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

Richard pov The living room buzzed with life-laughter, the clinking of glasses, and warm chatter filled the air.

Guests had arrived, carrying brightly wrapped gifts and wide smiles. It should have been a joyful day, a celebration of new life.

But all I could feel was unease twisting in my gut like a knot that wouldn't cundone.

Martins nudgedas I stood by the window, eyes darting to the security guards stationed discreetly outside.

"Hey, CIA," he joked, his tone light. "You might wanna dial it down before Sarah figures out you've turned the baby shower into a covert operation." I managed a thin smile. "Just being cautious." Martins chuckled. "Yeah, cautious is your middle name. You're so tense, you might scare the baby into coming early." His humor didn't land. I couldn't shake the image of Sarah falling down those stairs from my mind-a thought that had no basis but still felt like an omen.

Isabelle was out there. I didn't know where, and that made her a threat.

"Where's Sarah?" Martins asked, looking around. "She's still getting ready?" "Yeah," I said, glancing at my watch. She'd been upstairs for a while now.

Martins grinned. "She's probably wrestling with her dress or trying to figure out how to make her swollen feet fit into shoes. Women in the eighth month-they're in a league of their own." I nodded absently, my unease growing. The clock seemed louder than the chatter around me, each tick dragging her absence out longer.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm going to check on her," I muttered, leaving Martins to hold down the fort. "Don't tell her I said anything about her feet," he called after me.

I climbed the stairs two at a time, my pulse quickening. As I reached the landing, Zoe stepped out of Sarah's room, her face pale.

"Richard," she said, her voice shaking. "She's not in there." "What do you mean she's not in there?" My stomach dropped.

"I left for a minute-to take a call," she explained, her words tumbling out in a rush. "When I cback, the room was empty. I thought maybe she went downstairs, but I checked, and she's not there either." Panic flared in my chest. "Did you check the bathroom? The other rooms?" "Yes," she said, her eyes wide. "Richard, she's not here." Without a word, I pushed past her, calling Sarah's nas I opened doors and looked into every corner. The house felt too big, too silent.

"Sarah!" My voice echoed down the hallway.

"Richard!" Zoe's scream from the staircase sent my heart into overdrive.

I turned and saw her standing at the top of the stairs, frozen in horror. My eyes followed hers to the bottom of the stairs, where Sarah lay crumpled in a heap.

Blood seeped onto the floor beneath her, its dark red hue a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"Sarah!" I shouted, racing down the stairs.

Zoe followed, her steps frantic. "Oh my God, Richard! What happened?" I dropped to my knees beside Sarah, gently cradling her head. Her face was ghostly white, her breathing shallow. My hands trembled as I pressed my fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. Relief mingled with the raw terror flooding my system.

"Call 911!" I barked at Zoe. "Now!" She fumbled for her phone, her hands shaking as badly as mine.

"Sarah," I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. "Baby, please wake up. Please." Her eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, dazed and unfocused. Her lips parted, and she muttered something so faint I had to lean in to hear her. "My baby... my baby..." I clenched my jaw, fighting the tears threatening to blur my vision. "You're going to be okay, Sarah. Both of you. I promise." Zoe was on the phone with the emergency dispatcher, her voice shaky but urgent as she relayed the address and Sarah's condition.

I kept my focus on Sarah, willing her to stay conscious, to keep fighting.

The sound of footsteps thundered down the stairs as Martins appeared, his face etched with confusion and concern. "What the hell happened?" "I don't know!" I snapped, my voice breaking. "She's hurt. She-she fell..." Martins knelt beside me, his usual demeanor replaced with grim determination. "The ambulance is on its way?" Zoe nodded, tears streaming down her face as she ended the call. "They'll be here soon." "We need to stop the bleeding," Martins said, shrugging off his jacket and pressing it gently against the worst of the wounds.

The minutes felt like hours. The chatter and music from the guests in the living room faded into a distant hum, replaced by the deafening thud of my own heartbeat.

When the paramedics finally arrived, they worked quickly, assessing Sarah's condition and loading her onto a stretcher. I stayed close, gripping her hand as they wheeled her out to the waiting ambulance. "I'm coming with her," I told one of the paramedics.

"Sir, we need space to work," she replied firmly.

Zoe stepped forward, placing a hand on my arm. "We'll follow in my car," she said softly. "Let them do their job." I hesitated, torn between wanting to be with Sarah and knowing Zoe was right. Finally, I nodded, watching helplessly as the ambulance doors closed and the vehicle sped away, sirens wailing.

*** The drive to the hospital was a blur. Zoe was behind the wheel, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel.

Martins sat in the back with me, his hand on my shoulder, groundingwhen all I felt was panic threatening to consme.

At the hospital, we were ushered into a waiting area while the medical team worked on Sarah.

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, and the harsh fluorescent lights seemed to magnify every emotion.

"Mr. Wright?" A nurse appeared, her expression kind but serious. "Your fiancée is in surgery. She's lost a significant amount of blood, and we're performing an emergency C-section to deliver the baby." Her words hitlike a freight train. "The baby?" I whispered.

She nodded. "The baby is in distress. We need to act quickly to save both of them." Martins gripped my arm. "She's in good hands, Richard. They know what they're doing." I swallowed hard, nodding even though I didn't feel reassured. "Can I see her?" "Not yet," the nurse said gently. "We'll update you as soon as we can."

The waiting was unbearable. Every second felt like an eternity, my mind cycling through worst-case scenarios. I paced the length of the waiting room, unable to sit still. Zoe tried to distractwith small talk, but her attempts were half-hearted, her worry just as palpable as mine.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a doctor approached us. Her scrubs were stained, and she looked exhausted, but there was faint smile on her face. "Mr. Wright," she said.

I jumped to my feet. "How is she? How's Sarah?"

"She's stable," the doctor replied. "But she's in a coma. The fall caused his in significant trauma, and her body a state of shock. Right now, it's too early to tell when she might wake up." Her words knocked the wind out of me. "A coma?" The doctor nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Her body needs tto heal. But she's strong. She has a good chance." "And the baby?" Zoe asked, her voice trembling.

The doctor's smile widened slightly. "The baby is in the NICU. She's small but stable. She's a fighter, just like her mother." Our baby girl is alright.

I should have felt joy, but it was swallowed by the overwhelming fear for Sarah. I couldn't lose her. Not now. Not ever.

That night, I sat by Sarah's bedside, holding her hand and watching the rise and fall of her chest.

Machines beeped steadily around us, a reminder of how precarious her condition was.

"I'm sorry, Sarah," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I should have protected you. I should have..." The words stuck in my throat. Guilt weighed heavy on my shoulders. I'd failed her. I'd failed our baby.

But as I looked at her, so fragile yet so strong, I made a silent vow. I would do everything in my power to make things right.

"I love you," I said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Please cback to me, Sarah. I can't do this without you." And as the night stretched on, I stayed by her side, holding on to the hope that she would wake up. That she would cback to us.