Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard

pov.

The morning sun streamed through the hotel windows as I zipped up the last of our suitcases.

The trip had been a whirlwind-work, family, moments of laughter, and the occasional bit of chaos. But now, it was time to head home.

I glanced over at Sarah, who was double-checking her carry-on bag. She looked focused, but there was a softness to her expression that hadn't been there a few weeks ago.

"Do you really need to go through that again?" I teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're making me nervous, like we're smuggling gold bars or something."

Sarah shot me a mock glare. "Well, I don't trust you not to have forgotten something important. Do you remember that time in Paris when you left my charger at the hotel?"

I groaned, holding up my hands. "You're never letting me live that down, are you?"

"Not a chance," she said, smirking before zipping up her bag.

A knock on the door interrupted us. Zoe strolled in, sunglasses perched on her head like she was the star of some tropical travel magazine.

"I figured I'd catch you two before you disappeared," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "And, you know, make sure you're not planning to take half the hotel's inventory with you." Sarah laughed, shaking her head. "Oh please, you're just here for a final victory lap to remind me how much better you're running the office these days."

Zoe grinned. "Guilty. But seriously, it's been great having you both here. Though I might need a vacation myself now. Managing you is no small task, Sarah."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "She's a handful, isn't she?"

"Hey!" Sarah protested, swatting at my arm. "You're supposed to be on my side."

Zoe waved a hand, brushing off our banter.

"All jokes aside, we've got things handled here. You two should focus on what's next. And don't worry-we'll call you if we accidentally burn the place down."

"Let's not test that," Sarah said, her tone lighter now. "But seriously, Zoe, thanks for everything. You've been incredible."

Zoe gave her a quick hug, then turned to me. "And you-take good care of her, okay? She's got that whole 'mom-to-be glow' thing going, but I know she's probably still stressing about a hundred things."

"I'll keep her in check," I promised. "And I'll make sure she actually takes a break for once."

The hum of the plane's engines was oddly soothing as we settled into our seats. Sarah leaned back, her eyes closed, her hand resting lightly on her belly. For the first time in what felt like ages, she looked genuinely relaxed. "Long flight ahead," I said, nudging her gently. "What's the over-under on you falling asleep before they serve drinks?"

She opened one eye and smirked. "I'm not that predictable. Besides, I'm too comfortable to nap just yet. These seats are like clouds."

"Glad you're enjoying it," I said, leaning back myself. "It feels like we've survived Vacation Chaos 101."

Sarah laughed softly. "Chaos? It wasn't that bad."

"Oh really? You don't remember the great snack debacle on the jet? Or the time Zoe made me pretend I knew how to read a profit report?"

She grinned, shaking her head. "Okay, fine, maybe there were a few moments. But you handled it well. I think you've earned a gold star for patience."

"Gold star? I was thinking more along the lines of a trophy," I joked, earning another laugh.noveldrama

As the plane leveled out, I glanced at her, marveling at how at ease she seemed. She had spent so much of the trip worrying-about work, about the baby, about everything in between-but now, it was like she'd finally let herself breathe. "I'm proud of you, you know," I said after a moment.

She turned to me, her expression softening. "For what?"

"For everything. For stepping back, for trusting your team, for taking care of yourself. You've grown so much, Sarah. It's amazing to watch."

She blushed slightly, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Thanks, Richard. That means a lot."

We spent the rest of the flight talking quietly, reminiscing about the trip and making plans for the future. It felt good to just be together, without work or responsibilities hanging over us.

***

The familiar scent of home greeted us as we stepped through the door, the comforting mix of lavender and the faintest hint of coffee lingering in the air.

I dropped our bags in the hallway, stretching as I took in the sight of our cozy living room.

"Home sweet home," I said, turning to Sarah, who was already slipping off her shoes and sighing contentedly.

"It feels good to be back," she admitted, wandering into the kitchen. "As much as I loved Mexico, there's nothing like your own space."

I followed her, wrapping my arms around her from behind as she stared out the kitchen window. The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a warm, golden glow, and everything felt calm. Peaceful. "You're happy," I said quietly, nuzzling her neck.

She leaned into me, her hand resting over mine. "I am. It feels... good to slow down. To just be."

"Good," I murmured. "Because you deserve it."

We stood there for a while, just enjoying the quiet. Then, without a word, I scooped her up in my arms. "Richard!" she squealed, laughing as I carried her toward the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you stay relaxed," I said, grinning down at her. "Doctor's orders."

"Pretty sure my doctor didn't mention this," she teased, though she didn't exactly protest.

As we settled onto the bed, the world outside faded away. It was just us-no meetings, no deadlines, no distractions. For the first time in weeks, it felt like we could fully focus on each other. "I love you, you know," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

I smiled, pulling her closer. "I love you too, Sarah. More than anything."

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other and the promise of everything that lay ahead.

It wasn't just about the trip or the business or even the baby. It was about us-our partnership, our love, and the life we were building together.

And nothing else mattered.