Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart
Chapter 65

Sarah's POV.

After a night of laughter, sex, and unexpected closeness, the world seemed to pause, allowing the moment to stretch a little longer.

I hadn't felt this content in a while. It was like waking up in the middle of a perfect dream, warm and safe.

The next morning. Richard stirred beside me on the couch, and I glanced over, a smile creeping onto my face.

His hair was tousled, and he had that peaceful look on his face like everything in the world was finally right.

I'd grown used to seeing Richard as this serious, nonchalant cold guy, but lately, there was this softer side of him I hadn't fully noticed before. Or maybe he was just letting me see it now.

A thought started bubbling in my mind, one I hadn't dared entertain before now: could we make this work?

This feeling between us was new, hopeful, and so different from what I'd expected. My heart raced a little faster as I imagined a life with Richard-a real, shared life, with all the messy, funny, warm moments that came with it. "Morning," Richard mumbled, eyes barely open, his voice warm with sleep.

"Morning," I replied softly, trying to keep the swell of emotion from overtaking my voice.

He blinked a few times, a gentle smile on his lips. "Do you want coffee? I think I can manage that much."

"Only if you make it as strong as last time," I teased, remembering how he'd practically jolted me awake with the strength of it.

Richard chuckled and stood up, stretching before shuffling into the kitchen. I stayed on the couch, pulling a blanket around me, and listened to the clink of mugs and the sound of the coffee brewing.

My thoughts drifted, imagining how many mornings we might share like this, if this feeling between us could last.

It was new territory for me-to think about a real future with someone like Richard.

As he walked back, holding two steaming mugs, he gave me a curious look. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

I took the mug from him and sipped slowly, taking a few seconds to gather my thoughts. "Just... thinking about what's next, I guess. For us."

He sat down, his face softening. "Yeah? What are you thinking?"

"Well," I started, a little nervous, "I guess I just wonder what you see for yourself-like, where you want to go, what you want to do."

Richard smiled, looking down at his coffee before meeting my eyes again. "Honestly, I think I've spent a lot of time focusing on the wrong things. But lately... I've been realizing that what I want isn't out there somewhere. It's here, with you." The words hit me deeply, sending warmth through my chest. I felt a strange mixture of excitement and fear. "That sounds amazing, Richard, but... what does that really look like?"

He leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "I mean, a real partnership. I want us to be there for each other, to build something we're both proud of. I know I've made mistakes, but I want to do better. With you."

I looked at him, his sincerity shining through, and felt my heart swell. "That sounds... really nice. And a little scary."

He reached over, taking my hand in his. "I'm scared too. But that's kind of what makes it worth it, right? The fact that it's real."

Yesterday. I was the one doing the assuring, now the reverse is the case.

I nodded, squeezing his hand. There was something grounding in his touch, a promise that felt deeper than words.

We didn't need grand plans or perfect answers right now. Just a promise to keep showing up for each other, to face whatever came next together.

We spent the rest of the morning quietly, enjoying each other's company in that easy way we'd fallen into.

We talked about little things-the best places we'd ever traveled, the most embarrassing moments we could remember, and dreams we'd each kept tucked away.

The more I heard, the more I realized how much there was to discover about him.

After a while, we went outside to take a walk. The snow was crisp beneath our boots, and every step left a fresh mark in the untouched blanket of white.

It felt like we were walking through a world made just for us.

"Remember when we built that snowman yesterday?" I laughed, recalling our lopsided creation, with its crooked nose and twig arms.

"Oh, I remember. That was the most stylish snowman on the block," he grinned, nudging me playfully.

As we strolled, It felt like we'd turned a corner together, acknowledging the possibility of a future we could build with trust and honesty.

We stopped by a small cafe and ducked inside to warm up. As we waited for our drinks, I felt a surge of courage. "Richard... what if we really went for this? Like, really tried to make it work?"

He looked at me, his eyes bright with excitement. "That's exactly what I want, Sarah."

His answer felt like a burst of sunshine, thawing the last bit of doubt I'd held onto. "Good," I replied softly. "Because I want it too."

It was a step. I didn't even want to think about the repercussions, all I want now is to be beside him.

We've known each other since middle school, but it felt as if we were just meeting each other.

After the coffee, we went back to his home and you know...had lotta sex, I had always wondered how thick he was gonna be.

And yesterday? Yeah! I found out, I remembered crying out in ecstasy and hurt that I was just feeling this now. Now?

And I was so jealous of Susan. Well. That was in the past. Right now! He was mine.

I could only wish we wouldn't end up

fighting or separating and sure, that there would be no more antagonists in our love stories.