Semua Bab Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Sarah pov. I woke up that morning with an idea buzzing in my mind like a persistent fly. It wasn’t about reorganizing the nursery or tackling the endless list of baby-related tasks. No, this was different. I wanted to create something lasting, something that could capture the whirlwind of emotions, changes, and funny little moments we’d experienced during this pregnancy. A photo album. It seemed simple enough, but as I sat at the dining table with my laptop, scrolling through photos, I realized this was about more than just pictures. It was about preserving memories, the kind we might laugh at or cry over years from now. The first snapshot I found was of me holding a pickle jar in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other, grinning like a lunatic. “I forgot about that night,” I murmured to myself, smiling. Richard had taken the picture after catching me sneaking into the kitchen at midnight. I remembered how he’d teased me for days, calling me his “sweet-and-sour queen.” “

Sarah pov.The morning of our ultrasound appointment was buzzing with a mix of nerves and excitement. I woke up before the alarm, staring at the ceiling as the baby flutters danced faintly in my belly. Was today the day we’d learn more about who this little person was going to be?Richard stirred beside me, groaning softly as he flung an arm over his face. “Do we have to wake up this early for a jelly-belly appointment?” he muttered groggily, and I chuckled, nudging him with my elbow.“It’s not that early,” I teased. “And don’t call it a jelly-belly appointment. You make it sound like dessert.”He cracked one eye open and grinned. “Fine. Let’s go meet the little jellybean, then.”At the clinic, the waiting room was bustling with expectant mothers and their partners. Some were chatting excitedly, while others sat quietly, hands resting on their bumps like they were protecting the world’s greatest secret. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of solidarity—we were all in this together, even

Sarah pov.The air was crisp, the kind of weather that made me want to wrap up in a soft scarf and take my time. My belly was starting to feel heavier these days, and every step reminded me that I was carrying a whole other person inside me. It was surreal when I thought about it too much, so instead, I focused on the rhythm of my sneakers against the sidewalk as I strolled through our neighborhood. Mrs. Harper, our elderly neighbor, was trimming the roses in her garden. She looked up when she saw me, her face lighting up with a kind of joy that made you feel instantly at ease. “Sarah, dear!” she called, waving her clippers. “Look at you, glowing like the morning sun!” I laughed, touching my cheek instinctively. “I think it’s the sweat, Mrs. Harper. Walking around with this bump is a workout.” She chuckled, setting the clippers down and coming closer. “Oh, I remember those days well. My Harold used to joke that I waddled like a duck. But you know, those were some of the best

Sarah pov.I woke up feeling like I was floating on air. Memories of last night flooded back—the soft glow of fairy lights, Richard’s face as he knelt before me, the ring that sparkled on my finger. I glanced at my hand, letting the sunlight catch the diamond, and smiled. It still felt surreal. The baby stirred, a gentle nudge reminding me she was there. “Good morning, little one,” I murmured, rubbing my belly. She responded with another kick, and my heart swelled. Today was going to be beautiful, filled with friends and laughter at the baby shower. But as I climbed out of bed and pulled on a robe, a faint unease settled in the back of my mind. Something I couldn’t quite place. When I reached the kitchen, the smell of coffee and the sound of laughter greeted me. Zoe was sitting at the counter, holding a steaming mug, while Martins leaned back in his chair, mid-joke. “Ah, our glowing bride-to-be!” Martins said with exaggerated flair, waving his hands like a magician. I roll

Richard pov.Morning came soon. The soft hum of the machines in Sarah’s room provided a false sense of calm, but every beep reminded me she was hanging on by a thread. My chest felt heavy with every passing second, waiting for her to open her eyes, to tell me everything would be okay. Zoe and Martins stayed close, their presence quiet but steady. Zoe would occasionally bring coffee or attempt to distract me with 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 snapping me out 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 re