Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart

Richard's pov. The guy with the camera? Probably nothing. Or at least that's what I kept telling Sarah, and myself too, to be honest.

Maybe the guy with the camera was just some paparazzi, bored and out for a scoop, or maybe just a regular guy who thought he'd seen someone he knew. Sarah seemed rattled, though, and I couldn't stand seeing her like that. What bothered me most wasn't the guy himself but Sarah's reaction. She hadn't said much, but I could see the worry in her eyes, the way her shoulders tensed every time we passed someone on the street.

I hated seeing her like that - on edge, nervous. So I tried to shake it off. Whoever the guy was, he was gone now, probably just some nosy photographer or someone who thought they'd seen a celebrity. Yeah, that was it. Simple. After all, I just announced my re-engagement to Sarah, so it was normal for the paparazzi to want to take pictures.

As we got back to the apartment, Sarah went to put her things down, and I could see she was still a bit rattled.

I leaned against the counter, trying to come up with something, anything, to distract her. Then, a thought hit me. Something silly, something out of our usual routine.

"Hey," I said, grinning. "How about we go out tonight?"

She looked up, her eyebrows raised. "Out? Like, out-out?"

"Yep," I said, nodding like it was the best idea I'd ever had. "I'm talking full-on night out. You, me, and... comedy."

"Comedy?" she repeated, smiling a little, though she looked confused. "Where's this coming from?"

"Well, you seemed... tense," I said, keeping it casual. "Thought we could use some laughs."

She hesitated, like she was weighing her options, then shrugged. "Alright. Comedy club it is."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. "Perfect. We'll leave in an hour."

By the time we got to the club, it was dark out, and the place was packed. It was a cozy little spot, tucked away down a side street, and exactly what I had in mind.

Low lighting, cramped tables, and the faint smell of popcorn and spilled drinks. Perfect.

We found a spot in the back, and I could see the look on Sarah's face as she took it all in. She was smiling, and for the first time since the park, she seemed to have forgotten about the weird guy with the camera. That alone made this whole idea worth it.

As the show started, we fell into a rhythm. The comedian on stage was pretty good, cracking jokes about everything from bad dates to the weird things people do at the grocery store.

I glanced over at Sarah, and every time she laughed, it was like a little weight lifted off my chest.

Halfway through, the comedian launched into a bit about couples, poking fun at all the little things people do when they're comfortable around each other. I leaned over to her, smirking. "That's us," I whispered. "You know, minus the weird grocery stuff."

"Oh, please," she shot back, rolling her eyes. "You're the one who insists on checking every single expiration date like it's a life-or-death decision."

"Hey, that's a survival skill," I replied, nudging her. "And anyway, you're the one who needs three taste tests to decide if you like something."

She let out a soft laugh, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the room. Just us, laughing at nothing and everything.

For tonight, I wasn't going to let that ruin things. We were here to laugh, to have fun. And so far, it was working.

Sarah looked beautiful, her face glowing in the dim light as she laughed at the comedian's latest punchline.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out, thinking it was probably just a message from work or something, but when I saw the text, my stomach dropped. "Enjoy the laughs while you can."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I glanced at Sarah, who was still focused on the stage, her laughter filling the room.

For a second, I didn't know what to do. I stared at the message, trying to make sense of it.

Who would send something like that? And why?

I quickly looked around the room, trying to see if anyone was watching us. But no one seemed to be paying attention, too caught up in the show.

Still, the message felt like it was hanging in the air between us, like a threat. I didn't want Sarah to see it, not yet. I needed to figure this out.

"Richard?" Sarah said, turning to me. She had that look again, like she could tell something was off.

I quickly shoved the phone back into my pocket, forcing a smile. "Yeah?"

"You okay?" she asked, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're looking a little... tense."

I waved it off, trying to brush it aside. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess. It's been a long day."

She didn't look convinced, but she let it go. "Well, good thing we're here, huh? Time to just relax."

"Yeah," I said, still feeling the weight of the message on me. "Time to relax."

The comedian cracked another joke, and we both laughed, trying to forget about the message, trying to enjoy the night.

But even as I laughed, I couldn't ignore the feeling that someone was watching us - like I was being set up for something I didn't see coming.

The show went on, the jokes keeping the crowd laughing. Sarah seemed to relax more as the night wore on.

I felt the tension ease in my shoulders, and for a brief moment, I let myself believe everything was going to be okay. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe I was just overreacting.

But deep down, I knew the message wasn't just some random text. It meant something.

We stayed for a bit longer, Sarah laughing and enjoying the night like she should. But I couldn't help but keep checking my phone, my mind racing.

Who sent that text? What did they want? And why the hell did they choose tonight to mess with us?

After the show, we stepped out into the cool night air, and I could feel my heartbeat slowing down, but my mind was still spinning. Sarah looked up at me, a soft smile on her lips. "Thanks for tonight. It was nice." "Anytime," I said, pulling her closer. I meant it. I'd do whatever it took to make her happy, to keep her safe.

As we walked back to the car, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. That message... it had been a warning. But a warning of what?

And who was watching us?