Adrian’s POVI entered my study to find Julian pacing back and forth, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. He looked disheveled, his usually impeccable suit slightly wrinkled and his tie loosened. That alone was enough to tell me something was wrong. Julian was never anything but poised, at least outwardly.“Julian,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”He stopped pacing, turning to face me with a grim expression. “It’s worse than that.”I raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against my desk. “You’re going to have to be more specific. What’s going on?”Julian hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “The branch I’m managing, it’s falling apart. The investors are pulling out, the staff morale is at an all-time low, and the numbers… they’re nonexistent.”I folded my arms, waiting for him to continue.“I’ve tried everything I can think of to fix it,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “But nothing’s working. And if Dad finds out…
Sarah’s POVAdrian's expression shifted as he stared at his phone, the tension rolling off him in waves. Even Nora noticed, her small hands tugging at his sleeve.“Uncle Adrian, are you okay?” she asked innocently, tilting her head.Adrian forced a small smile and kissed her forehead. “I’m fine, sunshine. Go on and finish your cartoon.”Nora hesitated, her big eyes darting between us, but eventually nodded and scampered off to the other end of the couch. I watched Adrian stand, his movements tense, and head toward the balcony with his phone.“Adrian?” I called after him, but he was already closing the sliding door behind him.Something about the way he’d said “work stuff” earlier didn’t sit right with me. And now, seeing his reaction to that call, I knew it was more than that.“What’s wrong with Uncle Adrian?” Nora asked, her voice breaking the silence.I glanced at her, offering a reassuring smile. “He’s just busy, sweetheart. Grown-up things.”She nodded and returned her attention t
Adrian’s POVI shut the door to my study and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The quiet hum of the desk lamp greeted me as I sank into the chair, my fingers instinctively running through my hair. The tension from the evening still clung to me, even after Sarah’s cooking and Nora’s innocent antics had offered a brief reprieve.Julian.He always meant well, at least for the company, but his mistakes had a way of turning into my problems. I pulled my phone from my pocket, scrolling through the messages I’d ignored earlier. They painted a picture of a branch on the verge of chaos—and a father who was just waiting for me to fail.A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I frowned.“Come in,” I called, expecting Sarah—or maybe even Nora with another clever excuse to delay bedtime.It was Sarah, holding two steaming mugs. She had changed into her pajamas, an indication that she was getting ready for bed. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room, p
Sarah’s POVThe sound of laughter from the living room drifted into the kitchen as I dried the last plate and placed it back in the cabinet. Nora was giggling at some cartoon, her high-pitched squeals filling the air. She ought to start school as soon as possible, the time she was spending in front of the TV was getting too much. Adrian had been quiet all morning, leaving later in the afternoon for the office without much more than a brief goodbye. I hadn’t pushed him—he had enough on his plate, and I could tell his mind was already drowning in work.“Done, Mommy!” Nora announced, skipping into the kitchen with a triumphant smile. She held up her empty juice box as evidence.“Good job, sweetheart,” I said, kneeling to her level and brushing a stray curl from her face. “How about we take a walk to the park later?”Her eyes lit up. “Can we get ice cream too?”“We’ll see,” I teased, tapping her nose.As Nora ran off to gather her shoes, I found myself thinking about Adrian. The weight
Adrian's POVThe house was quiet again, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Nora was fast asleep in her room, her tiny hands clutching the stuffed bunny she refused to part with. I lingered in her doorway for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall in the rhythm of deep sleep.She reminded me of Sarah who was resilient, full of life, and always finding joy in the smallest things. It was one of the many things I admired about her. Sarah had brought light into my life in ways I hadn’t thought possible.Seeing them together reminded me of the love only a mother could give. It made me miss my mum.I closed Nora’s door softly and walked down the hallway toward the living room. Sarah was there, folding the throw blanket Nora had been using earlier. She looked up when she heard my footsteps, a small smile curving her lips.“Thanks for carrying her,” she said, tucking the blanket neatly over the arm of the couch.“No problem,” I replied, leaning against the wall. “She’s a great
Sarah's POV The rest of the day passed in a blur. By the time the sun began to set, we were all exhausted but content. Nora had been on cloud nine, recounting her favorite moments from our school visits, her enthusiasm contagious.After dinner, I watched from the kitchen as Adrian carried Nora to her room. She clung to him sleepily, her little head resting against his shoulder, her bunny tucked under one arm. It was such a simple sight, but it made my heart ache in ways I couldn’t explain.As I finished tidying up, I heard the soft hum of Adrian’s voice coming from Nora’s room. I paused in the hallway, leaning against the wall. He was tucking her in, and the tenderness in his tone made my chest tighten. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he did it anyway—without hesitation, without complaint.“Thank you for today, Uncle Adrian,” Nora murmured, her voice small and sleepy.“Anything for you, princess,” he replied, his voice warm and steady.I smiled, pressing a hand to my chest. She
Adrian's POV I didn't know when the words tumbled out of my mouth but they were the truth. Sarah's eyes widened, her ears reddening at the comment. “Thank you.” She mumbled, getting shy all of a sudden. “I should let you get dressed. I actually came by to inform you that the nanny is here.”“Okay, I'll be right down.” She said, already moving from where she stood earlier. “No please, take your time in getting ready.” told her, offering a small wave as I stepped out the door. I walked down the hallway, trying to push away the lingering image of Sarah standing there, holding her dress, her cheeks flushed. There was something about her shyness that caught me off guard. It wasn’t often I found myself struggling to keep my composure, but with Sarah, it seemed like a regular occurrence.When I reached the living room, Clara, the nanny, was already seated on the couch. She looked just as I remembered—her warm, kind face untouched by the years. She’d been there for me during some of the
Sarah's POV "Adrian,” she greeted, her tone dripping with faux warmth. “Sarah. How wonderful to see you both tonight.”“Anne,” Adrian replied curtly, not bothering to match her charade. “The event looks extravagant, as usual.”She ignored his jab, and instead fixed her gaze on me. She must have thought me an easy prey. “You look lovely, dear. That dress is quite understated. Refreshing, really, in a room full of over-the-top gowns.”I didn’t flinch at her comment but met her gaze with a defiant one. “Thank you, Anne. You’ve outdone yourself with the decor tonight.”Her fake smile faltered slightly, clearly not expecting me to match her energy. “Well, one must always make an impression, don’t you agree?”“Absolutely,” I replied smoothly, not knowing where my confidence was coming from. “Though I’ve always believed that substance outshines appearances.”I glanced at Adrian who watched the exchange quietly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.Anne’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly
Adrian’s POVSarah’s breathing evened out before mine did.She had fallen asleep with her fingers still laced through mine, like she trusted me to hold them through the night.Like she trusted me.I let out a slow breath, staring up at the ceiling, but all I could focus on was the warmth of her beside me. The way her presence filled the space like she had always belonged here.Because maybe she did.I had spent months convincing myself that this marriage was nothing more than an arrangement—something convenient, practical, necessary. But nothing about Sarah had ever been just convenient. She had come into my life like a quiet storm, soft but unrelenting, undoing me in ways I hadn’t been prepared for.And now, she was here. In my bed. Trusting me enough to stay.I turned my head slightly, my gaze drawn to the way her hair fanned out against the pillow, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips parted slightly in sleep.I had seen her like this before—unguarded, vulnerable
Sarah’s POVI watched as Julian strolled out of the living room, his parting words to Adrian lingering in the air.You are doing well.The warmth of the evening still wrapped around me—laughter, the easy companionship, the quiet touches Adrian didn’t seem to think twice about. It was disarming, how natural it all felt.Nora stirred slightly against me, her tiny fingers curling tighter around my shirt. I ran a hand over her back, soothing her, while Adrian reached over and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture was soft, intimate, and it sent something fluttering in my chest.I exhaled slowly. “She’s out.”Adrian smiled, his gaze dipping to Nora. “She had a long day.”“So did you,” I murmured, shifting my attention back to him. His dark eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The quiet between us wasn’t uncomfortable, but it held something unspoken—something I was finally ready to face.I looked away first, brushing my fingers over Nora’s hair. “I
Adrian’s POVThe call ended, leaving me staring at the blank screen for a moment before I slipped my phone back into my pocket.I sighed, pushing off the wall and making my way toward my study. As much as I hated to admit it, Neville had a point. Ignoring my work wasn’t going to make things disappear. If anything, it gave the people waiting for my downfall more ammunition.Settling behind my desk, I powered on my laptop, scanning through the flood of unread emails Neville had been nagging me about. A few were from the board, no doubt expressing their “concern” over my absence. Others were updates on ongoing projects, financial reports, and legal matters—things I would normally dive into without hesitation.Today, however, my mind was elsewhere.I forced myself to reply to the most urgent emails, signing off on approvals and making quick notes where necessary. After about two hours, I leaned back, rubbing the bridge of my nose. It wasn’t much, but it would keep things from falling apar
Sarah’s POVI stared at the door long after Adrian left, my fingers still curled in the warmth he’d left behind.Julian’s voice pulled me back. “So, are we going to talk about what just happened?”I turned to find him watching me with a smirk, arms crossed like he was waiting for me to admit something I wasn’t ready to say.Nora, oblivious to the tension, climbed onto the bed beside me, curling up against my side. I stroked her soft curls absentmindedly, avoiding Julian’s gaze. “Nothing happened.”Julian scoffed. “Right. You two were just holding hands for fun, then?”I rolled my eyes but felt the heat rise to my cheeks. “It’s not like that.”He let out a low chuckle, clearly unconvinced. “You should see the way he looks at you.”I swallowed. I had seen it. And it terrified me.Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like running.I cleared my throat, changing the subject. “Where have you two been?”Julian let me have the distraction. “Took Nora to the park. She made
Adrian’s POVI hadn’t planned on asking her.The words had just slipped out, unfiltered and honest. Maybe it was the way she looked at me—soft, unguarded in a way I didn’t see often. Or maybe it was how easy it felt, sitting here, hands intertwined like it was the most natural thing in the world.Either way, I didn’t regret it.Sarah hesitated at first, her mind doing that thing where she overthought every detail. I could see it in the way her fingers twitched slightly against mine, the way she chewed her lip like she was trying to convince herself it was okay to want this.But then, she nodded.And just like that, something in my chest loosened.I didn’t think she’d say yes.At least, not this easily.Sarah had always been the careful one, the one who thought things through, weighed the risks, and second-guessed anything that felt too impulsive. And yet, here she was—her lips curving into a small, uncertain smile, but a smile nonetheless.I smirked. “Good. I’ll take care of everythin
Sarah’s POVThe warmth from my shower still clung to my skin as I ran a towel through my damp hair. The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, but my thoughts were louder. My body ached—not as badly as before, but enough to remind me of everything I’d been through.A soft knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned toward the sound, hesitating for only a second.“Come in.”The door creaked open, and Adrian stepped inside, his tall frame filling the space. His usual confidence was there, but his eyes carried something softer today. He lingered for a second before stepping forward.“You feeling okay?” he asked, his voice low.I offered a small smile. “Better than yesterday.”He nodded, watching me closely before glancing around the room. His gaze flickered to the neatly made bed, then back to me.“Nora and Julian headed to the park,” he said after a moment. “So, it’s just us.”I stilled. The way he said it wasn’t suggestive, but something about it made my pulse quic
Adrian’s POVThe breakfast table slowly emptied, leaving only the remnants of a meal that had been more than just food. It had been a moment—one I wasn’t sure I had expected but found myself grateful for.Sarah had looked lighter this morning. Not entirely at peace, but something close to it. And for the first time in a long time, I’d seen a hint of something in her eyes that wasn’t guardedness.We are getting somewhere I started gathering the plates while Nora ran off excitedly to get ready. Julian helped Sarah up, supporting her as she walked slowly toward her room. “Take it easy,” he murmured, his usual teasing tone absent.“I will,” Sarah replied, offering him a small smile before disappearing down the hall.I carried the dishes into the kitchen, setting them in the sink before turning to find Julian strolling in, rolling up his sleeves. “You actually gonna wash those or just stare at them?” he asked, smirking.I huffed out a breath. “You could’ve just gone with Nora instead of c
Sarah’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet.For months, my body had been conditioned to expect chaos—to wake up in a haze of panic, machines beeping, heart pounding, muscles tight, always bracing for something to go wrong. But this morning, the silence was different. It wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t suffocating.It was peaceful.I turned onto my side, blinking as the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Nora was still asleep beside me, her tiny fingers curled into the sheets, her breath slow and steady. I smiled, smoothing a hand over her hair.She was safe.I was safe.That truth should have settled me. But instead, it made something twist deep in my chest.I swallowed, shifting carefully so I wouldn’t wake her, and sat up. The ache in my body was dull but present, a reminder that I wasn’t fully healed yet. Physically, at least.Emotionally?That was another story.I had spent so long keeping my guard up, convincing myself that I didn’t need anyone. Tha
Adrian’s POVThe hallway was dark, but I didn’t need light to find my way. I had walked these halls enough times now, memorized every creaky floorboard, every shift in the air.Still, I hesitated outside Sarah’s door, listening.Silence.Good.She was finally asleep.I exhaled, dragging a hand down my face as I leaned against the wall. I hadn’t planned to check on her again. I had already done it once after she settled in, and I had told myself that was enough. That I needed to give her space.But space was the last thing I wanted to give her.Seeing her in that hospital, pale and fragile, had changed something in me. Or maybe it hadn’t changed anything at all—maybe it had only made me realize how much she had already meant to me.Hearing her say thank you tonight had been unexpected.She didn’t owe me gratitude.She didn’t owe me anything.And yet, that whisper of appreciation had settled in my chest, lodging itself in a place I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge.I pushed off the w