Sarah's POVThe warmth of Adrian’s hands still lingered on my skin, and the memory of his lips on mine played over and over in my mind. My heart pounded wildly, my emotions a tangled mess of excitement and fear.I had kissed Adrian.And worse, I had wanted to.I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts. This was more than I had ever prepared myself for. Our marriage had started as a contract—nothing more, nothing less. But somewhere along the way, things had shifted. I had shifted.I glanced up at Adrian, who was watching me with a softness I wasn’t sure I could handle. His forehead still rested against mine, his hands cradling my face as if I were something fragile, something precious.How had we gotten here?“Sarah,” he murmured, his voice steady, grounding.I forced a small smile, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. “You’re full of surprises today, Adrian.”He chuckled, but his grip on me didn’t loosen. “You told me not to stop,” he reminded me.
Adrian’s POVSarah was trying to act normal, but I could see right through her. She was rattled.Her hands trembled slightly as she picked at her food, her gaze fixed on the plate like it held the answers to the questions she was too afraid to ask. I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine, the way she had clung to me last night, the way she had let herself need me—just for a moment.And now, she was pulling away.I leaned back slightly, keeping my focus on Nora as she rambled about her book. She was animated, her small hands moving wildly as she explained the story."—and then the princess didn’t need saving because she had a sword of her own!" Nora declared proudly.I smirked. "Sounds like my kind of princess."Sarah shot me a look, something unreadable flickering in her eyes before she dropped her gaze again.Nora giggled. "Mommy says I should always believe I can save myself, but it’s okay to let people help sometimes."Sarah stiffened beside me.She wasn’t looking at me, b
Sarah’s POVThe moment Adrian left, the air in the room felt heavier. I exhaled, trying to shake off the lingering tension, but it clung to me like a second skin.That call—his name flashing on my screen—had sent a cold wave through my veins. I had silenced it quickly, but the weight of it hadn’t faded.I didn’t want Adrian to know.Not yet.“Mommy?”I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to Nora, who was watching me with those sharp, observant eyes of hers. She tilted her head slightly, a hint of concern creasing her small features.“Are you okay?” she asked softly.I forced a smile, reaching out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear. “Of course, sweetheart. Just a little tired.”She didn’t look convinced, but before she could press, she climbed onto the bed and curled up beside me, her small hands holding onto my arm.“Can we read?” she asked, already pulling a book from her bag.I nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Of course.”As she flipped open the pages, her excited voice fil
Adrian’s POVI drummed my fingers against the conference table, barely registering the back-and-forth between my executives. My focus was elsewhere.On her.On that call.On the way Sarah had shut down the moment she saw the name on her screen.I had seen the flicker of fear in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled as she silenced it. She had tried to brush it off, but I wasn’t a fool.Whoever had called her had gotten under her skin.“Mr. Blackwood?”I blinked, snapping back to the present. Across the table, one of my executives—Howard, I think—was watching me expectantly.I forced a neutral expression. “Repeat that.”Neville shot me a knowing look from beside me but stayed silent.Howard cleared his throat. “We need to confirm whether we’re going ahead with the revised budget proposal for the next quarter. Given the projected losses, it might be time to consider cost-cutting measures.”I leaned back, considering my options. Normally, I would have weighed every factor carefully befo
Sarah's POV The warmth of Clara’s words settled over me like a soft embrace, but it didn’t chase away the cold fear curling in my chest.Family.I had never thought I’d have that again — not after my parents died and I had to jump from one foster home to another. But hearing her say it, feeling the unwavering certainty in her voice, made something inside me waver.For a moment, I let myself lean into it. The food, the company, the illusion of safety. But the truth was still there, lurking at the back of my mind.Michael had found me.And he wasn’t going to stop.I set my spoon down carefully, my appetite fading despite the warmth of Clara’s cooking. My fingers itched to grab my phone, to check if another message had come in, but I forced myself to stay still.No more looking over my shoulder. No more living in fear.Adrian was watching me. I could feel it—the weight of his gaze, the silent question in his eyes. He hadn’t pushed me too hard yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time
Sarah's POV I shook my head. “No. I don’t—I don’t remember you.”“Of course, you wouldn’t,” she said, shrugging. “Your parents sold me so they could have money to raise you.”The air in the room grew impossibly heavy, suffocating.Sold.The word echoed in my mind, clawing at my chest like something alive.My grip tightened around the Polaroid, my vision blurring at the edges. “That’s not true.”Emily tilted her head, her smirk fading into something more unreadable. “Isn’t it? Then tell me, Sarah, where was I all these years? Why did I grow up being passed around like some unwanted burden while you had a home?”I wanted to deny it. To tell her she was wrong.But the truth was—I didn’t know.I had always been an only child, never thinking of the possibility that I could have a sibling somewhere. And now, with this revelation hanging between us, a sick feeling settled in my gut.Adrian stepped forward, his body rigid with restrained anger. “That doesn’t prove anything. Where did you eve
Sarah's POV I shook my head. “No. I don’t—I don’t remember you.”“Of course, you wouldn’t,” she said, shrugging. “Your parents sold me so they could have money to raise you.”The air in the room grew impossibly heavy, suffocating.Sold.The word echoed in my mind, clawing at my chest like something alive.My grip tightened around the Polaroid, my vision blurring at the edges. “That’s not true.”Emily tilted her head, her smirk fading into something more unreadable. “Isn’t it? Then tell me, Sarah, where was I all these years? Why did I grow up being passed around like some unwanted burden while you had a home?”I wanted to deny it. To tell her she was wrong.But the truth was—I didn’t know.I had always been an only child, never thinking of the possibility that I could have a sibling somewhere. And now, with this revelation hanging between us, a sick feeling settled in my gut.Adrian stepped forward, his body rigid with restrained anger. “That doesn’t prove anything. Where did you eve
Adrian’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind Emily, I felt the tension in the room shift. It didn’t disappear—it hung in the air like a thick fog, wrapping around Sarah’s small frame as she stood frozen in place.Her fingers were still clenched around the photograph, her knuckles white.I squeezed her hand gently, grounding her. “Sarah.”She didn’t respond.I stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the door. “Look at me.”Slowly, her eyes lifted to mine. They were wide, dazed, as if she were still processing what had just happened.“She’s lying,” I said firmly. “She has to be.”Sarah let out a shaky breath, her fingers loosening slightly around the photograph. “But what if she’s not?”I clenched my jaw. “Even if she’s telling the truth, it doesn’t change who you are. It doesn’t change the life you’ve built.”Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “It changes everything as I've known it, Adrian.”I hated the way her voice broke.I hated that Emily had done this to her—droppe
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