Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard

pov.

The weeks that followed were like a dream, the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from. Sarah's recovery was nothing short of miraculous.

She was her old self again-strong, radiant, and filled with the kind of joy that seemed to light up any room she entered. And our daughter?

She was growing so fast, already wrapping us-and everyone else-in her tiny fingers.

But the best part of it all? We were finally

preparing for our wedding.

Sarah wanted something small and intimate, just us and our closest family and friends.noveldrama

She'd always talked about having a garden wedding, surrounded by nature, with the sun setting in the background. And that's exactly what we were going to do.

The morning was a flurry of activity. Zoe was in charge of decorations, barking orders at Martins, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Martins, the flowers go on the left," Zoe said, hands on her hips.

"They look fine where they are," Martins shot back, holding up a bouquet of white roses.

"No, they don't. If they're on the right, they'll block the view of the cake table."

Martins groaned, muttering something under his breath as he moved the flowers. I couldn't help but laugh.

These two had been at each other's throats for weeks now, but their bickering was the kind that came from genuine affection.

"Don't look so smug," Martins said, glaring at me as I walked past. "You're next on her list."

"I'd like to see her try," I said, grinning.

"Try what?" Zoe's voice came from behind me, sharp and accusatory.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Just admiring your, uh, leadership skills."

"Nice save," Martins muttered.

When the time came for the ceremony, everything was perfect. The garden was bathed in soft golden light as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rows of white chairs and delicate flower arrangements. Sarah walked down the aisle, her arm linked with Zoe's-her chosen stand-in for her late father.

She looked breathtaking, her simple white dress flowing like a whisper around her. I don't think I'd ever seen her look more beautiful. And when our eyes met, it felt like the world had stopped. "You're crying," she teased softly as she reached me.

"I'm not," I said, even though I absolutely was.

The ceremony itself was short and sweet, just the way Sarah wanted it. Vows were exchanged, promises made, and by the time we were pronounced husband and wife, there wasn't a dry eye in the garden.

The reception was small but lively, filled with laughter, music, and more than a few embarrassing speeches. Martins kicked things off, standing up with a glass of champagne in hand.

"I've known Richard for years," he began, smirking. "And let me tell you, I've never seen him as terrified as he was when he re asked Sarah to marry him."

Everyone laughed, and I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

"He was a mess," Martins continued. "Sweaty palms, stuttering... I honestly thought she was going to walk away right then and there. But somehow, she didn't. And now here we are, celebrating one of the most beautiful couples I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

"To Richard and Sarah," he finished, raising his glass.

"To Richard and Sarah!" the guests echoed.

Next came Zoe, who, true to form, didn't hold back.

"Sarah, I love you," she said, grinning. "But let's be honest, you're a saint for putting up with this man."

More laughter followed, and even I couldn't help but chuckle.

As the evening wore on, guests began to trickle out, leaving only our closest friends and family. That's when he showed up.

Wesley.

I hadn't seen him in months, not since I won Sarah over him. And who the hell let him in?

He was still as polished as ever, dressed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than my car. And of course, he was holding a gift. Well...he couldn't do more than a dead rat.

"Wesley," I said, my tone polite but cool.

"Richard," he replied, his smile as sharp as ever. "Congratulations. I mean that."

"Thanks," I said, glancing at Sarah, who was busy cooing over our daughter.

He turned to her then, his smile softening. "Sarah, you look stunning. Congratulations to you too."

She gave him a side hug and told me she invited him. What a sweet soul!

"Thank you, Wesley," she said.

"I brought you a little something," he said, handing me the gift. "A small token of my goodwill."

"Thanks," I said again, taking the box.

He lingered for a moment, his eyes scanning the scene. "You've done well, Richard," he said finally. "Take care of her."

"I intend to," I said firmly.

With that, he nodded and walked away, disappearing into the night as quickly as he'd appeared.

Later that night, after the guests had gone and our daughter was fast asleep, Sarah and I sat together in the garden, the remnants of the reception scattered around us. "Did you ever think we'd get here?" she asked, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Honestly? There were moments when I wasn't sure," I admitted. "But now that we're here, I can't imagine being anywhere else."

She smiled, her fingers lacing through mine. "Me neither."

As we sat there, surrounded by the quiet hum of the night, I realized just how far we'd come. We'd faced so much together-pain, loss, fear-but we'd come out stronger. And now, we had everything we'd ever wanted: each other, our daughter, and a future full of endless possibilities.

It wasn't just the end of a chapter. It was the start of something new, something beautiful. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.