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

Sarah pov.

It was one of those days. You know the kind. Where everything seems to go wrong, even when nothing in particular happens.

It started in the morning, when I woke up feeling off-like my skin was too tight, or maybe my brain was running at full speed while my body was stuck in slow motion. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew something wasn't right.

Richard had already gone into work by the tI crawled out of bed, the house quiet around me.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion in every part of me. Pregnancy hormones, they'd warned me. A rollercoaster, they said.

But today, it felt like I was stuck at the bottom of the hill, and all I could see was the long, steep climb ahead.

I had a plan for the day. Nothing too exciting, just serrands and cleaning up around the house.

But every tI tried to do something, I'd get distracted or feel overwhelmed, like I couldn't focus on anything for more than a few minutes.

I ended up sitting on the couch, staring out the window at the rain. It was all I could manage.

I was halfway through scrolling on my phone when the tears started. They cout of nowhere, and honestly, I couldn't even tell you why.

There wasn't anything that had happened, nothing that should've madefeel this way.

But there I was, sitting on the couch, wiping my face and trying to pull myself together. It felt stupid. I felt stupid.

I knew it was the hormones. Everyone said pregnancy made you emotional, but it didn't make it any easier to deal with.

I wasn't sure what was worse-the sudden rush of tears or the feeling that I couldn't control them.

I must've spent the next half hour trying to calm myself down, taking deep breaths, and reminding myself that I was okay. I was going to be okay. This was just a phase, right? But it was still hard.

By late afternoon, I had reached my limit. I needed a break. A change of scenery.

I grabbed my jacket and decided on a spontaneous trip to my favorite bookstore. It was a small, cozy place tucked away on a quiet street, the kind of store that felt like a sanctuary.

The air was always warm inside, filled with the smell of paper and coffee, and there was always something comforting about the shelves of books waiting to be discovered.

As soon as I walked in, I felt the weight of the day start to lift. The soft sound of classical music playing in the background, the rows of neatly arranged books, the quiet hum of a few other customers-it was exactly what I needed.

I wandered through the aisles aimlessly at first, letting the serenity of the place wash over me. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew I'd find something.

I passed by the parenting section, glancing at the titles. The Complete Guide to Baby Care. What to Expect When You're Expecting.

I smiled a little. It felt funny, looking at books about babies. Sometimes I felt like I was still just figuring out how to be me, let alone a mom.

But there was something comforting about being surrounded by all that knowledge. Like, maybe I didn't have to know everything right now. Maybe I just needed to take it one step at a time.

I picked up a few books, leafing through them slowly. There was one that caught my eye-Baby's First Year: A Journey of Love and Growth.

It was filled with gentle advice, but it was the illustrations that drewin. The little smiling faces, the soft colors, and the reminder that it was okay to feel unsure sometimes.

I tucked it under my arm and kept looking, feeling like I could breathe for the first tall day.

An hour later, I was sitting in the bookstore's small cafe, a cup of tea in my hands and a pile of books next to me.

I wasn't rushing to go anywhere, just sitting in the quiet, letting the calm settle in my chest.

As I sat there, I started to think about my day-how it had all felt so overwhelming in the morning, how I'd barely been able to hold myself together.

I realized how much I needed this space, this tto myself. I'd been so focused on the idea of being a mom that I hadn't really stopped to think about what it meant forto be me, first.

I knew Richard wouldn't mind that I'd gone out. In fact, I think he'd understand better than anyone. He always seemed to get that sometimes I just needed space to think, to breathe.

When I finally left the bookstore, I felt like I was leaving a weight behind. It was as if I had finally allowed myself to stop pretending everything was fine and just admitted that I needed a break. By the tI got home, the rain had stopped, and the evening light was soft, almost golden. It felt like the world was givinga second chance to breathe.

I started cooking dinner, the quiet hum of the kitchen comforting. I wasn't ready to talk about my day yet, but I knew Richard would be hsoon, and I could tell him about it when he got here. When he walked through the door, he smiled at me, his eyes softening. "Hey," he said, setting his bag down. "How's it going?" I gave him a small smile. "Better now. Had a little solo adventure." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Where to?" "To the bookstore." I shrugged, stirring the pasta sauce on the stove. "Just needed sspace." His expression shifted, like he was trying to read between the lines. "Everything okay?" I nodded, giving him a tired smile. "Yeah, just... hormones, you know? Feeling a little emotional today. It was nice to get out of my head for a while."

Richard stepped closer, wrapping his arms aroundfrom behind. "get it," he said softly pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Pregnancy is no joke. You need to take care of yourself too."

I leaned into him, letting the warmth of his embrace soothe me. "I think I C just needed to remind myself that it's okay to have days where I'm not totally okay, you know?" He chuckled softly. "I think that's something we'll both need to remember for the next few months." We stood there in silence for a moment, just holding each other, and for the first ttoday, I felt a little lighter. Dinner was ready soon after, and as we sat down to eat, I found myself laughing.

"I'm sorry," I said between bites. "I think I overreacted this morning. Pregnancy mood swings are real, though." Richard smiled at me, his eyes full of affection. "You don't have to apologize. We both know how much those hormones can mess with your head." "I'm just glad I'm not the only one who's a little bit of a wreck sometimes," I said, shaking my head.

We both laughed, and I realized that, despite the emotional chaos of the day, things were okay. Better than okay. We were in this together.

That night, as we curled up on the couch, I felt like I had finally regained my balance.

The day had been hard, but it had also remindedof something important: that I didn't have to be perfect.

I didn't have to hold it all together every second. I just needed to keep showing up, keep trying, and know F that Richard would be there to supportwhen I needed him.