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

Chapter 124 Richard's pov.

The day was turning out to be more chaotic than I'd imagined. I'd thought a quick getaway would be easy, but between Sarah's packing and Zoe's nonstop critiques, it felt like a full-on operation. "Sarah, you can't seriously be thinking of packing this" Zoe said, holding up a chunky sweater like it was a cragainst fashion.

"I might need it if it gets cold," Sarah countered, her hands fluttering nervously over the clothes laid out on the bed. I could already see she was getting stressed out, and we hadn't even left the house yet.

"I stay in Mexico. It's not cold. You don't need a sweater," Zoe replied, looking at Sarah like she was insane.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching the two of them go back and forth. "Con, Sarah," I teased. "It's just a week getaway. We're not trekking through the Arctic." "Thank you," Zoe added with a satisfied smirk, as if I'd just delivered skind of profound truth.

Sarah sighed tically. "But what if we go to a nice dinner, and I need something fancy? What if we meet someone important? I have to be prepared." "Sweetheart, you're going to Mexico, not a gala," Zoe said, with a roll of her eyes.

I crossed my arms, enjoying the show. "Maybe Sarah's thinking ahead. She's got the whole 'international woman of mystery' vibe going with this look," I said, motioning to the pile of clothes that was rapidly spreading across the bed. Sarah shota playful glare but smiled. "I'm just trying to get it right." Zoe sighed again. "You're overpacking. And you definitely don't need that blazer." She grabbed a blazer from the pile and waved it in the air like it was a flag of surrender.

"No, I might need it," Sarah insisted, her voice growing more desperate. "I can't just show up in a t-shirt, Zoe. What will people think?" I chuckled, stepping into the room and putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder. "Sarah, you could wear a paper bag, and people would still think you're amazing. Don't stress about it." Zoe raised an eyebrow. "A paper bag? Really, Richard?" I shrugged. "I mean, she's got the kind of charm that makes anything look good. Even a paper bag." Sarah smirked at me. "See? Someone gets it." Zoe put her hands on her hips. "Well, if you're going to go for the 'effortless chic' look, Richard, I'll leave you to it." She picked up her tablet from the bed, obviously done with this entire conversation. "I'll be in the living room. Letknow when she's finished packing her entire wardrobe." I laughed, watching Zoe leave the room. Then, I turned to Sarah, who was looking at her clothes with a slight frown. "You okay?" "I don't know," she said, her voice softer now. "I feel like I'm not prepared. I'm trying to be-everything feels like it's slipping away, and I don't know how to handle it." I sat down beside her, taking her hand. "You don't need to prepare for everything. The only thing you need to focus on right now is taking care of yourself. We're going to Mexico. We're going to relax. We don't have to impress anyone." She nodded, but I could see the worry in her eyes. "You're right. I just... I've been out of the loop for so long. I don't want to feel lost when I get there." I smiled and kissed the top of her head. "You're not lost. And besides, if you feel lost, I'll be there to help you find your way." She smiled at that, her mood lightening a bit. "Okay, okay. I'll stop worrying." "Good," I said. "And if you need a t-shirt, I've got plenty you can borrow." She grinned. "That sounds much better." *** The private jet was a lot more comfortable than I'd expected. It was spacious, quiet, and the perfect way to start this little escape.

The minute we boarded, Sarah collapsed into the plush seat, looking a little pale but trying to hide it with a smile.

"You alright?" I asked, sitting beside her.

She nodded, but the slight color in her cheeks toldotherwise. "I'm fine," she said, though her voice was a little strained. "Sure?" I pressed, placing my hand over hers.

"Yeah, just a little nauseous," she admitted, givingan apologetic look. "I'm hoping it'll pass." I rubbed her hand gently. "Take it easy, alright? I've got everything handled here." Zoe, who was sitting across from us, glanced over. "Shouldn't you be asking for scrackers or ginger ale or something?" she asked with a raised brow, half-joking, half-serious.

"I'm good," Sarah said, managing a weak smile. "I'll survive." I leaned back in my seat, still keeping an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel uncomfortable, especially on a trip that was supposed to be a break.

But I knew it was part of the deal with being in the first trimester. Sometimes she felt great, sometimes not so much. I just needed to be there for the "not so much" days.

I turned my attention to Zoe, who was busy scrolling through emails on her tablet, as usual.

I wasn't sure how she could work nonstop, even on a private jet, but that was Zoe for you. A whirlwind of efficiency and organization.

"Are you really working right now?" I asked, half-laughing. "We're supposed to be on vacation." She didn't look up. "Yeah, well, the office isn't going to run itself," she muttered, tapping away on the screen.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair, looking at Sarah again. She was staring out the window now, lost in thought.

Her hand was resting lightly on her stomach, like she was checking in with herself, making sure everything was still okay. "How's the baby?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the calm but needing to know.

She turned to me, her eyes softening. "Everything's fine. Just... a little tired, that's all." I smiled and kissed her hand. "Don't worry, I'm here to take care of you." Sarah smiled back, but I could tell she was still a little off. I made a mental note to make sure she was as comfortable as possible during this flight.

As the plane cruised along, I let my thoughts wander. It was a rare moment when I wasn't actively talking, helping, or making sure everything was going smoothly.

With Zoe lost in her work and Sarah resting quietly, I had a few minutes to just think.

I couldn't help but marvel at Sarah's strength. Sure, she was exhausted and dealing with all the ups and downs of pregnancy, but she was handling it all with more grace than E anyone could expect. I'd been through a lot with her, and each day I saw more of her resilience. She wasn't just a businesswoman; she was someone who could weather any storm, no matter how tough it got.

Zoe looked up from her tablet, noticing my pensive expression. "You're thinking too much," she said, setting her tablet aside. "You should relax. We're on a private jet to Mexico, for crying out loud." I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I should." Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a message from Martins, our friend from the law firm. I opened it.

Martins: "Told the partner I'm taking a sick day. I've got a fever. Of wanderlust. I'll catch up with you guys next time. Enjoy the sunshine for me." I laughed out loud, drawing a curious look from Zoe. "Martins says he's taking a sick day. Too much work, apparently." Zoe smirked. "He's just jealous. Let him. We're on our way to paradise."

I nodded, feeling the excitement of it all settle in. This was a moment for Sarah to reset, for us to reconnect, and for the three of us Zoe sarah, e andto take a break from the hustle and enjoy sttogether.

And though I knew the trip wasn't going to solve everything, it was a good start. We had tto breathe, laugh, and just enjoy being in each other's company.