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

Richard pov.

Morning csoon. The soft hum of the machines in Sarah's room provided a false sense of calm, but every beep remindedshe was hanging on by a thread. My chest felt heavy with every passing second, waiting for her to open her eyes, to telleverything would be okay.

Zoe and Martins stayed close, their presence quiet but steady. Zoe would occasionally bring coffee or attempt to distractwith updates on the baby, but my focus stayed on Sarah. Martins had taken over the logistics- coordinating with hospital staff, keeping everyone updated, and ensuring the security team outside wasn't slacking.

It was just after 7 a. m. when my phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration snappingout of my daze. I saw the caller ID and immediately stepped out of the room to take the call. "This better be good," I snapped, my voice low but sharp.

"Mr. Wright," a familiar voice responded-it was Derek, head of my security team. "We've apprehended Isabelle." The words didn't register immediately. "Wait... what?" "She was caught trying to climb out of the penthouse using the fire escape. One of our men spotted her." I gripped the phone tightly, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "How the hell did she get in in the first place?" There was a pause, one that felt far too long for my liking.

"We're still investigating that, sir. There's no sign of forced entry. It seems... she had access codes." "Access codes?" My voice rose, echoing down the sterile hospital hallway. A nurse passing by gavea concerned glance, but I waved her off.

"That's correct, sir. We believe she may have had help from someone on the inside. We're reviewing the security footage now." I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting to keep my temper in check. "You mean to tellthat after all the precautions we took, she still managed to get past your so-called 'tight security'? And now you're tellingshe had help?" "Mr. Wright, I assure you-" "No. Don't assure me. Fix this. Find out who helped her and make sure they never step foot near my family again. And keep her contained until the police arrive. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." I hung up without waiting for a response, my hand trembling as I shoved the phone back into my pocket.

My blood boiled at the thought of that woman roaming freely, endangering Sarah and our baby. Whoever had helped her would pay for this, and I'd make damn sure of it.

I walked back into Sarah's room, my footsteps heavier than before. Zoe looked up from her seat by the window, her brows furrowing when she saw my expression. "What happened?" she asked.

Martins stood, crossing his arms. "You look like you're about to punch a hole in the wall. Spill." I hesitated, glancing at Sarah. She looked so peaceful, her face free of the usual worries and stress. It was deceptive, cruel almost, how she looked like she was merely sleeping.

"It's Isabelle," I said finally, my voice tight. "They caught her trying to escape the penthouse." Zoe gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "She was still there?" "How did she even get in?" Martins demanded, his tone sharp.

I shook my head, pacing the room. "She had access codes. Someone must've given them to her. Derek's investigating now." Martins muttered a curse under his breath. "This just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" Zoe reached for my arm, her touch gentle. "Richard, sit down. You're running on fumes, and you're not helping anyone by wearing yourself out." "I can't sit down," I snapped, immediately regretting my tone when I saw the hurt flash across her face. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't. Not when Sarah's like this. Not when that lunatic was in our home." "She's not going to hurt Sarah or the baby anymore," Zoe said firmly. "They've got her. Let the police handle it." "I should've handled it before," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "I should've done more to protect them. This is my fault." "Don't do that," Martins said, his voice low but firm. "Don't start blaming yourself. You did everything you could. No one could've predicted this." I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the lump in my throat made it impossible to speak.

Hours passed, and exhaustion began to take its toll. I sat by Sarah's bedside, my hand wrapped around hers as I whispered promises I wasn't sure I could keep.

"I'll make this right," I said softly. "I'll keep you safe. I'll keep her safe. Just... please, wake up." The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, holding a clipboard. "Mr. Wright, we've received an update on your daughter. Would you like to see her?" My heart twisted at the mention of our baby girl. She was here, alive, but I hadn't even seen her yet.

Guilt gnawed atfor not going sooner, but leaving Sarah's side felt like abandoning her.

"Go," Zoe urged, her voice gentle. "I'll stay with Sarah." I hesitated, glancing at Martins. "You'll callif anything changes?" "Of course," he said.

The walk to the NICU felt surreal. I'd envisioned this moment so many times-Sarah andholding our baby together marveling at the tiny miracle we'd created. Instead, I was walking alone, my chest tight with a mix of fear and anticipation. When I stepped into the room, the sight beforestole my breath.

She was so tiny, nestled in an incubator with tubes and wires connected to her fragilClittle to body.

e Her ghest fose and fell with shallow breaths, but she was alive. "Mr. Wright?" A nurse approached, her smile warm. "This is your daughter." I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "She's... she's beautiful." "She's a fighter," the nurse said. "She's stable for now, but she'll need to stay here for a while. You can touch her if you'd like." I reached out, my hand trembling as I placed it gently on the incubator. "Hey there, little one," I whispered. "It's your dad. You're so strong, just like your mom." Tears blurred my vision as I stood there, watching her. She was the tiniest thing I'd ever seen, but in that moment, she felt like the strongest.

Back in Sarah's room, the tension was palpable. Zoe had fallen asleep in the chair by the window, and m Martins was typing furiously on his E phone, probably dealing with the fallout from Isabelle's capture. I sat down, taking Sarah's hand in mine once again. "I saw her," I said quietly. "Our baby girl. She's perfect, Sarah. She's strong, just like you. But she needs you, and so do I." The room was silent except for the steady beeping of the machines. I leaned back in my chair, exhaustion finally catching up with me.

As I drifted off, one thought echoed in my mind: I would fight for my family, no matter what it took.