Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 106 Sarah pov.

The day started off perfectly. Richard and I were on our way to a little restaurant down the street that we'd read great things about.

He kept his hand in mine, swinging it slightly, and the warm, tropical breeze ruffled my hair.

I felt happy, lighter than I had in months. This trip was everything I had hoped it would be-a chance for us to reconnect, to be in our own world, away from the daily grind.

As we entered the restaurant, the smell of fresh seafood and sizzling spices greeted us, and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.

We found a cozy table by the window, with a view of the beach just down the street, and settled in, glancing at the menu and chatting about what to order.

But then I saw her. Isabelle.

There she was, just a few tables away, scanning the menu like she'd just walked in. I felt my shoulders tense.

What were the odds? It was such a small island, I guessed, but still, it felt strange. It was the third tnow that we'd bumped into her, and each tit felt... I don't know... a little too coincidental. Richard noticed her, too. "Oh, hey!" he said, lifting a hand in a friendly wave. "Isabelle!" I forced a polite smile, trying to keep my face relaxed. Isabelle looked up, her face lighting up as she walked over to our table.

"Hi, you two!" she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "Fancy seeing you here. This island keeps getting smaller and smaller." "Yeah, crazy," I said, keeping my tone light, even though I felt a strange knot in my stomach.

Isabelle didn't seem to notice, though. She looked straight at Richard, her gaze lingering just a bit longer than it needed to. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, glancing fromto Richard, her smile as wide as ever. "Oh... sure," Richard said, pulling out the chair next to him. "We don't mind, right, Sarah?" I didn't have much choice, did I? I just shrugged and managed a small nod, hoping my face didn't betray the unease creeping up inside me.

I wanted this to be a nice dinner, just us, but now we had company-uninvited company, at that.

"So," Isabelle said, settling into her seat, "How's the vacation going so far?" "It's been amazing," Richard said, smiling. "We've been snorkeling, hiking, and trying all the local food. It's exactly what we needed." "Oh, I can imagine," Isabelle said, her eyes fixed on him, her voice soft and warm. "You both look so happy together." There was a small pause, and I couldn't help but notice that she wasn't really looking at both of us-just at him.

I forced myself to take a sip of water, trying to shake the feeling building inside me. I didn't want to jump to conclusions.

Maybe she was just being friendly, trying to make conversation. But it was something in the way she looked at him, a little too focused, a little too intense.

The conversation drifted to lighter topics, like favorite travel spots and funny mishaps while exploring the island. Richard was laughing, clearly enjoying himself, and Isabelle kept nudging his arm as if they were old friends. I felt like an outsider at my own table.

Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. "So, Isabelle," I said, trying to sound casual, "are you here alone?" She turned towith that sbright smile, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "Yes, I am," she said, her tone smooth.

"I find traveling alone can be so freeing, you know? No one else's schedule, no one to worry about. Just... freedom." I nodded, forcing a small smile. "I get that. Though I'm glad to have company on this trip." She just smiled, then turned her attention back to Richard. "I envy you two. You seem like the perfect pair," she said, resting her chin in her hand, her eyes lingering on him. "It must be nice, being with someone who just... gets you." "Yeah," Richard said, glancing atwith a grin. "It is." He reached for my hand across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

But I noticed that Isabelle didn't look away, as if she didn't quite care that I was there, that Richard was my partner.

I wanted to ignore it, to let it slide, but there was something about her that kept scratching at the back of my mind, like a warning I couldn't quite shake.

Eventually, Isabelle stood up, giving us both that bright smile once more. "Well, I'll let you two get back to your evening. It was lovely running into you again," she said, looking at Richard as if he were the only one who mattered. "Likewise," he replied, giving a casual wave as she walked away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to him. "You didn't notice anything... strange about her?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady "Strange?" He looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Con, Sarah, she's just being friendly." "Friendly?" I repeated, unable to stop a frown from forming. "Richard, she was all over you. She barely looked atthe whole tshe was here." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Are you... are you jealous?" His eyes sparkled with amusement, like he thought I was overreacting.

I looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Maybe I was overthinking it.

Maybe it was just my imagination, reading too much into a simple coincidence. But something about Isabelle's presence felt off. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"I just don't like the way she looks at you," I said quietly, hoping he'd takeseriously.

Richard reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "Sarah, con. She's just another tourist.m here with you not with her." His En.

thumb brushed gently over my hand, soothing. "You have nothing to worry about." I nodded, letting out a small sigh. "Maybe I'm just being silly." He gavea reassuring smile, leaning forward. "No one could takeaway from you, okay? Trust me." I tried to let his words sink in, tried to shake the feeling lingering in the back of my mind. Maybe he was right.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, and I was letting my imagination run wild.

This was our vacation, our ttogether. I didn't want to ruin it by worrying about a stranger. After dinner, we left the restaurant and started down the quiet street, the soft glow of street lamps lighting our way.

Richard was holding my hand, chatting about what we could do tomorrow, but my mind was still lingering on Isabelle.

As we walked past a small shop, I glanced over my shoulder, a shiver running through me.

And there she was, standing across the street, watching us. Her face was partly hidden in the shadows, buth there was no mistaking it it was Isabelle, her gaze fixed on us like she was studying us, waiting for something. A chill crept up my spine, and I turned back quickly, my heart racing. "Richard," I murmured, gripping his hand tighter.

"What's wrong?" he asked, glancing over at me, concern flickering in his eyes.

I forced a small smile, trying to shake the feeling. "Nothing," I said softly, not wanting to worry him. "It's just... I think I need srest." He nodded, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "Then let's get you back. Tomorrow's a new day." But as we walked back to the hotel, I couldn't shake the strange prickling feeling on the back of my neck, like a warning.

Maybe it was just my imagination, maybe it was nothing... but I couldn't ignore the feeling that this wasn't just a coincidence.