Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart
Chapter 22

Sarah's

POV.

The next day arrived quicker than I had expected, and it was time for the press conference.

I stood in front of the mirror in my office, smoothing my blazer and adjusting my hair for what felt like the hundredth time.

My hands were a little shaky, and my stomach was in knots. I kept checking myself out, trying to steady my nerves.

I can do this. I have to do this. I took a deep breath, but the nerves kept creeping back in.

The media was out there waiting, and the thought of standing in front of all those cameras made my heart race even more.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Wesley stepped inside. "The press is ready," he said, his eyes immediately noticing my nervousness.

I turned to him, trying to keep my composure, but he could see right through me.

"You're nervous," Wesley said, walking closer, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's okay, Sarah. Everyone gets nervous before these things."

I bit my lip, nodding. "I know, but... what if I mess up? This is huge. Everyone's watching."

Wesley smiled and placed a hand gently on my shoulder. "The way you present yourself today will set the tone for your business."

He continued. "People are looking at you, Sarah. They want to know if you're as strong and confident as your brand."

I swallowed hard, glancing back at the mirror. "What if I say the wrong thing?"

"You won't," he said firmly. "You've got this. Just be yourself. Speak with confidence. This is your moment."

"Remember, every word, every smile, it all plays into how people see your company. If you show them you believe in what you're doing, they'll believe in it too."

His words started to sink in. He was right. I had built this business from the ground up. I had earned this moment.

Wesley squeezed my shoulder gently, looking at me with that same calm confidence I'd come to rely on. "I'll be there with you, every step of the way. You're not alone."

I let out a slow breath, feeling some of the tension ease. "Thank you," I said softly. "Really, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled, his hand still on my shoulder. "You don't have to replace out."

With that, we left my office and headed to the hall where the press was waiting. The moment I stepped into the room, I felt all eyes on me.

The bright lights, the cameras flashing, the sea of reporters seated and ready-it was overwhelming, but I kept my head high.

Walk confidently. You belong here.

Wesley walked beside me, and I felt stronger just having him there. We made our way to the front of the room, where a long table was set up with microphones.

I sat down, feeling Wesley's reassuring presence beside me.

The questions started rolling in almost immediately.

"Miss Sarah, how do you feel about the rapid growth of Vitalé Wellness in such a short time?"

I smiled, my voice steady. "It's been incredible. We've worked hard to get here, and the support from our customers has been overwhelming. I'm excited for what's to come." More questions about the business followed, and I found myself answering with confidence I hadn't known I had.

Wesley was right-I knew my brand, and I believed in it.

"Miss Sarah, what's the next step for Vitalé Wellness? Do you have plans for expansion?"

"We're definitely looking at expanding our product line and reaching new markets. We want to continue making a positive impact on women's health and wellness."

Then, a reporter stood up, microphone in hand. "Miss Sarah, what would you do if the indigenous people of the country wanted to work with your company?"

I felt a slight shift in the room. This question was different, unexpected. I glanced at Wesley, but he simply smiled, encouraging me to respond.

I turned back to the reporter and took a deep breath.

Now or never.

"Claro que sí, estoy muy interesada en trabajar con la gente indígena de este país. Su sabiduría ancestral sobre la salud y los remedios naturales sería una gran adición a nuestra misión." (Of course, I'm very interested in working with the indigenous people of this country. Their ancestral knowledge of health and natural remedies would be a great addition to our mission.) The room went silent for a moment before a flurry of impressed murmurs broke out among the press.

I smiled softly, noticing the wide-eyed surprise on some of the reporters' faces.

It wasn't every day that they got a CEO who could switch languages mid-sentence. Wesley glanced at me with a look of approval, and I felt a small surge of pride.

Before I could catch my breath, though, another question hit me hard.

"Miss Sarah," one reporter started, "after your divorce, do you feel that personal matters would affect your business at all?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt Wesley's hand squeeze mine under the table. I caught his eyes again-he gave me a slight, calm nod. He wanted me to handle this delicately.

I smiled, keeping my voice soft and controlled. "My personal life is separate from my professional life. I've worked hard to keep them that way."

"The growth and success of Vitalé Wellness have been my priority, and I believe the results speak for themselves."

There was a pause as the reporters scribbled down notes, the tension easing a little. But then, another voice piped up, catching me off guard again.

The reporter nodded, scribbling notes, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. That went better than I thought.

But then, another question came, and this one was a curveball.

"There have been rumors, Sarah, that you and Mr. Wesley are more than just business partners. Is there any truth to that?"

Before I could even process the question, Wesley cleared his throat beside me.

"Yes," he said, his voice calm and firm. "Sarah and I are in a relationship."

My eyes widened in shock. I didn't dare turn to look at him, but I felt my heart leap into my throat.

What? My mind raced, but I had to stay composed. In front of the press. Keep it together, Sarah.

I squeezed Wesley's hand tighter, but he squeezed back gently, silently telling me to follow his lead.

The cameras flashed, and the reporters scribbled furiously, but I kept my face soft, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Yes," I said quietly, still feeling stunned but playing along. "Wesley and I have grown close over the past few months. We support each other in many ways."

The questions kept coming after that, but I felt like I was floating through the rest of the conference, my mind spinning.

Wesley fielded a few more questions, and I nodded along, still trying to process what had just happened.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the press conference wrapped up. The reporters started packing up their things, and Wesley stood up beside me, offering me his hand.

I took it, still dazed, as we walked out together. The cameras were still flashing as we made our way out of the hall.

As soon as we were alone, I turned to him, my voice a hushed whisper.

"What was that?" I asked, my eyes wide.

Wesley smiled, that same confident grin he always had. "It was necessary."

"Necessary?" I repeated, still feeling shocked.

He nodded, his voice calm. "Trust me, Sarah. This will only help your brand. People love a good story. And now, they'll see us as a power couple. It's good for business."

I stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap my head around it. He was right, in a way. The press would eat this up, and it would probably boost sales.

But still, the way he had just... claimed me like that, without even warning me.

"I... I just wasn't expecting it," I admitted, my voice softer now.

Wesley reached out and gently took my hand again, his eyes steady on mine. "I told you, Sarah. I'm with you every step of the way. You're not alone in this."

I nodded slowly, still processing everything. Maybe he's right. Maybe this is what we need.

But deep down, a part of me couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest.