Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart
Chapter 12

Sarah's POV

Madrid was a city full of life, color, and endless possibilities. Every morning, I woke up to the hum of the streets below, the sound of people bustling about, starting their day. I still couldn't believe a week had gone by since I arrived in Madrid.

It was different from what I was used to, but that was the point. I wanted something different. I needed it.

I spent the first week settling into my small apartment, a cozy place with warm terracotta tiles and a balcony overlooking a busy street.

It wasn't much, but it was mine. It was a fresh start. The next step was building my company from the ground up.

I had the experience and the know-how, but doing it in a new country came with its own set of challenges.

I poured over legal documents, translated permits, and attended endless meetings. Most days were filled with paperwork and calls, but I was determined.

My Spanish, thankfully, was strong enough to get me through these early hurdles. I could hold my own in conversations, and people seemed to respect that. They saw I was serious, not just some foreigner trying her luck.

One evening, I decided to attend a networking event downtown. It was held at a sleek, modern hotel, and the room buzzed with conversation.

I felt a little out of place at first, standing near the corner with a glass of wine, observing.

Everyone seemed to know each other, chatting in rapid Spanish that sometimes even I had to strain to follow.

"Hola," a voice said beside me. I turned to see a man with a warm smile and sharp eyes. "I'm Wesley Kent." "Sarah," I replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, confident.

"You're new here," he stated, more than asked, with a slight tilt of his head.

"Is it that obvious?" I said, laughing lightly.

"A little," he chuckled. "But that's not a bad thing. New faces bring fresh ideas. Are you here for business?"

I nodded. "Yes. I'm starting my own company here. It's... well, it's a lot," I admitted, feeling a bit exposed.

"Starting a business in a new country is no small feat," Wesley said, his tone turning serious. "But it's also an exciting opportunity. What kind of company are you building?"

I explained my business idea, the plans I had for it, and the vision. He listened intently, nodding along, and asked thoughtful questions.

It felt good to talk about my goals with someone who seemed genuinely interested.

"You're ambitious," he said when I finished. "I like that. Madrid needs more people like you-people willing to take risks and bring something new to the table."

"Thank you," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me. It had been a while since someone looked at me like that, with admiration rather than pity or judgment.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Madrid can be tough on newcomers. But it's full of opportunities if you know where to look."

There was something in his voice that made me feel at ease, like he understood exactly what I was going through.

"Yeah, I'm figuring that out," I said, letting out a small laugh. "But I'm determined to make it work."

Wesley smiled, and it was warm, almost comforting. "That's the spirit. If you ever need any guidance or just someone to talk to about the business scene here, feel free to reach out. I've been around for a while." "Really?" I asked, surprised by his offer. "That would be amazing. Thank you."

He waved it off. "No need to thank me. I like helping driven people. Let's grab coffee sometime, talk more about your business. Maybe I can introduce you to some folks who can get things moving faster." "That would be great," I agreed, genuinely grateful. "I could use all the help I can get."

Wesley smiled, his eyes glinting. "Perfect. I'll be in touch."

He handed me his business card, and I took it, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this was the connection I needed.

He seemed kind, knowledgeable, and willing to help. I didn't know why, but for now, I was just grateful someone was willing to extend a hand.

Back in my apartment later that night, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Things were moving, slowly but surely.

Wesley seemed like a good ally to have. I wasn't naive; I knew I needed to be careful.

But for now, it was nice to have someone in my corner, someone who saw potential in me rather than just a woman picking up the pieces of her old life.

The days that followed were filled with more meetings, endless paperwork, and navigating the maze of setting up a business in Madrid.

There were moments of doubt, times when the language and cultural differences made everything feel like a steep mountain to climb.

But I kept going, driven by the belief that this new life I was building was worth the struggle.

Wesley stayed true to his word. He called a few days after the networking event, suggesting we meet for coffee.

We arranged to meet at a cafe in the city center, a charming spot with small round tables set out on the cobblestone street.

He was already there when I arrived, sitting outside with a cup of coffee and a relaxed demeanor.

"Hola, Sarah," he greeted, standing up as I approached. "I took the liberty of ordering us some coffee. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," I replied, taking the seat across from him. "Thanks for meeting with me."

He waved it off. "It's my pleasure. I'm curious to hear more about your plans."

For the next hour, we talked. I explained the details of my company, the hurdles I was facing, and my vision for the future. Wesley listened attentively, occasionally nodding or offering a thoughtful comment. He didn't interrupt, which was refreshing.

Most people tended to cut me off with advice or their own stories, but Wesley let me speak.

When I finally paused, he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. "You've clearly put a lot of thought into this," he said. "But I think I can help you with some of these obstacles." "Really?" I asked, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. "How?"

He set his cup down and smiled. "First off, I know a few people in the city administration who could help speed up some of the permit processes."

"It's all about who you know here in Madrid. I could introduce you to some contacts, people who could be crucial in getting your business off the ground."

I blinked in surprise. That was exactly what I needed-someone who knew the ropes and could help me navigate the complexities.

"That... that would be incredible, Wesley. I can't thank you enough."

He shook his head, dismissing the gratitude. "Don't mention it. I believe in your vision, Sarah."

"Madrid could use someone with your drive and fresh perspective. Plus," he added with a grin, "it's always good to have more allies in the business world."

We discussed more details, and Wesley gave me practical advice on how to adapt my business strategy to the local market.

He was knowledgeable, and his suggestions made sense. I found myself relaxing in his company, starting to feel like maybe, just maybe, I was replaceing my footing here.

As we wrapped up, Wesley leaned forward. "Look, I don't want to overwhelm you, but there's a business mixer happening next week."

"It's more exclusive than the one we met at, and a lot of influential people will be there. I can get you in as my guest."

"Are you sure?" I asked, taken aback by his generosity. "I mean, I don't want to impose."

"Not at all," he assured me. "Consider it another step in the right direction. It could open doors for you."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. That sounds... amazing. I'd love to go."

He smiled warmly. "Great. I'll send you the details. And remember, you're not alone in this, okay? You've got a friend here."

"Thank you, Wesley," I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

He stood up, and we exchanged a quick, friendly hug. "I'll see you next week, then," he said. "And don't hesitate to call if you need anything in the meantime."

As I walked back to my apartment, a mixture of relief and excitement bubbled inside me.

Wesley seemed genuine, and his support was already making a difference. For the first time since arriving in Madrid, I felt like I was finally getting somewhere.