Sarah POVI grabbed my hospital bag, which had been packed and ready for weeks, and made my way to the front door. The contractions were coming more frequently now, each one stronger than the last. I called for a cab and waited anxiously on the front porch, trying to focus on my breathing. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched my belly, whispering reassurances to the tiny life inside me.The cab ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through my body, and I clutched the seat, willing myself to stay calm. The driver kept glancing at me nervously in the rearview mirror, but I barely noticed. I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling and exhaling in a desperate attempt to control the pain. Finally, we arrived at the hospital. A kind nurse rushed to my side, helping me out of the cab and into a wheelchair before quickly whisking me away to the maternity ward.As I was wheeled into the delivery room, I heard familiar voices. Alessandro arrived, out
Sarah POVTears streamed down my face as the nurse placed the tiny, squirming bundle on my chest. I looked down at our child, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions: relief, joy, love, and an indescribable sense of completeness."He's perfect," I whispered, my voice choked with tears. Alessandro and Adrian leaned in, their faces reflecting the same awe and wonder I felt. For a brief moment, all the pain and turmoil of the past melted away, replaced by the pure, unadulterated joy of new life.The nurse took the baby to clean and weigh him, giving us a moment to catch our breath. Alessandro kissed my forehead, his eyes shining with pride and love. "You did amazing, Sarah. I'm so proud of you."Adrian, too, looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and respect. "Thank you for letting me be here. It means more than I can say."As I lay there, exhausted but elated, I realized that this was just the beginning of a new chapter. It wouldn't be easy, and there would be challenges ahead, but at that
Sarah POVWith the nurse's departure, we were left alone to savor the quiet joy of our new family. Alessandro and Adrian took turns gently holding the baby, their faces lighting up with a mixture of awe and tenderness. The baby stirred slightly but remained asleep, his tiny form perfectly content."We're going to support you every step of the way. You have so many people who care about you," Alessandro said softly, brushing a hand over the baby's delicate head.Adrian nodded in agreement. "Whatever happens, we're in this together."As the day drew to a close, the sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm, golden glow over the room. We settled into a comfortable rhythm, taking turns holding the baby, sharing stories, and making plans. The challenges of the past felt distant, overshadowed by the joy and hope that our child had brought into our lives.The moments of laughter and quiet reflection were interspersed with practical discussions about the future. We knew there would be
Adrian POVThe hospital room was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, its warm light filtering through the sheer white curtains that fluttered slightly from the air conditioning. The faint beeping of the monitors and the gentle hum of hospital machinery filled the space, blending with the delicate coos of the newborn nestled securely in Alessandro’s arms. The scene should have been one of peace, a quiet moment of warmth and belonging, but to me, it felt anything but.I stood near the window, my hands gripping the cold metal of the railing as I stared out at the sprawling city beyond. It felt distant, almost unreal, as if the life I had once known had been stripped away and replaced with something I could no longer touch. I had lost my place in this world, and yet, I was still here, watching as Alessandro cradled my son in his arms, murmuring words of affection to him, words that should have been mine to say.The sight was almost unbearable. Alessandro, with his quiet confiden
Adrian POVSarah hesitated for a moment before nodding, her fingers tightening slightly around the fabric of the hospital blanket draped over her lap. There was something unreadable in her expression—uncertainty, perhaps, or maybe just the weight of the moment settling heavily between us. I held my breath as Alessandro, ever steady and composed, shifted the baby carefully in his arms and stepped forward.He met my gaze, his own filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Not resentment, not triumph—just a quiet understanding that, despite everything, we were both here for the same reason. Without a word, he handed me the baby, his movements careful, as though passing over something fragile, something sacred.As the small, warm weight settled into my arms, I inhaled sharply. My heart pounded, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I feared I might not be able to hold on, that my shaking hands would betray me. But then, tiny fingers curled instinctively around mine, a soft, barely-there
Alessandro POVThe hospital room was a haven of new beginnings, bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun. The air was filled with the soft hum of monitors and the occasional distant murmur of voices from the hallway. Yet, within these four walls, the world felt small, intimate, as though nothing outside of this moment mattered.I held our newborn son, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his tiny chest, the warmth of his fragile body nestled against me. His delicate fingers twitched every now and then as if grasping at dreams too small for us to understand. The sheer weight of him, despite his size, pressed against my heart, filling me with a love so overwhelming it left me breathless. This little life, so new yet already so full of meaning, had changed everything.Sarah sat nearby, her arms resting on the hospital bed’s railing, her eyes never leaving us. A soft smile played on her lips, but beyond that, I could see the exhaustion in her posture, the quiet battle of emotion
Alessandro POVThe baby stirred, his tiny fingers curling instinctively around Adrian’s thumb. It was such a small gesture, so insignificant to the rest of the world, but to Adrian, it was everything. His lips parted, a shaky exhale escaping as emotion welled up in his eyes. He held the baby close, his fingers brushing over the soft curve of his son’s cheek, reverence and disbelief written all over his face.“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Adrian whispered, his voice thick with regret. “For everything. I know I’ve let you down, and I don’t expect things to be the same. But I want to be here for him, for both of you, in whatever way I can.”Sarah inhaled sharply, her hand hovering just above the baby’s head before gently brushing against his fine hair. Her lips trembled, and she blinked back the moisture in her eyes before giving a small nod. “Thank you, Adrian. That means a lot. We’re going to need all the support we can get.”Her words resonated deep within me. This wasn’t just about past mistak
Sarah POVThe morning light streamed gently through the hospital room window, casting a soft golden hue over the crisp white sheets and the muted tones of the walls. The air was thick with the faint scent of antiseptic, mingling with the fresh flowers that sat on the bedside table a thoughtful gift from Alessandro’s sister. The world outside bustled with life, but within these four walls, time felt as though it had slowed, allowing me to soak in this precious moment.I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, cradling our newborn son in my arms, his tiny body swaddled snugly in a soft blue blanket. His delicate fingers curled into little fists, his face serene, lips slightly parted as he slept. My heart swelled with an emotion so profound, so overwhelming, that I found myself holding my breath just to savor it a little longer. The exhaustion from labor still clung to me, a dull ache in my bones, but it was overshadowed by the sheer wonder of this little life I had brought into the world.
Sarah POVI gazed at my reflection in the mirror, wrapped in my robe, with Alessandro's text shining like a ray of hope in my hand."I understand we've had a rough patch. But if you can spare one night, I'd like to attempt to fix things.No expectations. Just you, me, and a little honesty. I’ll be waiting.”My heart ached. The sincerity in those words hit something raw inside me. I missed him, missed us. Missed the warmth of our mornings, the soft laughter that once filled our home. But pain changes things. Doubt makes strangers of the people you love most.Just then, there was a knock.“Come in,” I called, not looking up.I recognised the perfume before the door fully opened. Chanel No. 5. Chloe's signature. Of course.She stepped inside like a queen visiting a kingdom she meant to burn down.Silk robe fastened with precision, wine glass clutched like a villain in a sad drama. She always loved to put on a show."Going out tonight?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling as they darted to th
Alessandro’s POVIt had been ten days since we returned from the farmhouse. Ten days since everything unraveled.I sensed Sarah drifting further away from me, bit by bit, like sand slipping through an hourglass.She hadn’t raised her voice. She hadn’t lashed out. But her silence said more than any screaming match could. The way she avoided eye contact. The way her footsteps always trailed toward the guest room instead of ours. The way she smiled politely, but not warmly, when I handed her coffee in the mornings.I’d made a mistake. A big one.Not because of Mira, not entirely. That chapter of my life had been over years ago. And Mira’s accusations had never made sense to begin with. But I should’ve told Sarah everything the moment we got serious. I should’ve trusted her with my truth before someone like Adrian could twist it.God, Adrian.Even now, the thought of his smug face as he dropped that bomb still made my jaw clench. He’d timed it perfectly right when we were finding peace. W
Adrian’s POVThe city still felt cold, but the chill in my bones had shifted not from warmth, but from purpose. I finally had a plan.I sat at my desk, eyes fixed on Alessandro’s digital trail. His online presence lit up like a roadmap—threads of the past just waiting to be pulled. But I knew better now. Whispers and half-truths wouldn’t be enough. If I wanted to break them, I needed more than suspicion. I needed leverage. Misdirection.And I needed someone on the inside.That’s when it clicked.Chloe.Sarah’s perfect little world had always been cracked at the edges, and Chloe was one of those cracks. They were step-sisters in name, but anyone who spent five minutes with them knew there was no love lost. I remembered the subtle digs Chloe made at family dinners, the way Sarah would force a smile and pretend not to hear. But I heard them. I felt the tension.Chloe didn’t just dislike Sarah, she resented her.That kind of bitterness? It could be moulded. Turned into something useful.I
Sarah’s POV New York City’s noise had always been oddly comforting, the honking cabs, distant sirens, and hurried footsteps on pavement. But today, it felt too loud, too sharp, like it was echoing the storm still raging inside me. It had been a week since we’d returned from the farmhouse. Seven days of strained silences, clipped conversations, and the kind of emotional distance I never thought I’d feel between Alessandro and me. I still hadn’t fully processed everything. I had hardly gotten any sleep. Whenever I shut my eyes, I envisioned the expression on his face as I turned to leave.But how was I meant to simply act as if it never occurred? He had kept something huge from me. Not just about Mira, but about how little he must have trusted me—to think I couldn’t handle the truth, to let someone like Adrian be the one to reveal it. After everything we’d fought for, the secrets still found a way to wedge themselves between us. And it hurt. Today marked my return to the office aft
Alessandro’s POVI stood there, watching the woman I loved crumble in front of me, her eyes scanning that godforsaken document Adrian had handed her like it was a grenade. AAnd maybe it was due to my awareness of the explosion the moment her face shifted from confusion to disbelief to something that scared me more than any anger. Proximity. Although she was merely a few feet distant, it felt as if she stood across a canyon, unreachable. God, I wanted to fix it. But how do you fix something you didn’t even know was still broken?In the past, I thought I’d buried it. That nightmare with Mira... it had happened years ago, in a life that felt a million miles away from who I am now. I had been young, foolish, and too trusting. I never touched her. I never crossed any line. But when things ended, Mira spiralled. I tried to reason with her, but she twisted everything. She wanted revenge. And she got it in the worst way.I never expected it to follow me here, to this life. This future I’d bee
Sarah POVA few steps back, I noticed a captain whose face was completely devoid of colour. Words seemed to want to escape from his lips, but they were nowhere to be found.His still figure, rigid and motionless, also changed his hands into fists, which revealed the stress he was holding.This was simply too much to handle. My thoughts were fragmented, unable to reach a coherent conclusion. “Do tell me this isn’t the case,” I spoke in my flat voice. “Please tell me this is some unexpected blunder that someone made. That this… this woman is lying. Alessandro took a slow step toward me, but stopped when he saw me flinch not in fear, but in raw emotional recoil. That hurt in a way I couldn’t describe.The reflection of his features contorted with agony. "Sarah," a soft admission escaped as his throat felt like it was choked with raw feelings. “That's not the case.”We were close once, back in college. Yes, we dated for a few months, but when things didn’t work out, she didn’t take
Sarah’s POVThe paper trembled a little in my hands as if it knew what it held was too much for me to handle, and I stood motionless. My breath became trapped in my chest, in that agonising space where heartbreak and incredulity collide. I read it again, slower this time, praying I’d misunderstood. But every word sank deeper, each one a blow I hadn’t been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. Alessandro’s name… tied to it.I looked up at him—the man I had let into every part of my life. My heart, my home, Gabriel’s world. The man who’d been my safe place after everything fell apart… was Alessandro. The person I trusted with my son, my recovery, and dreams I was hardly brave enough to share aloud.His gaze was directed towards the ground, pale, and his lips parted open like he was contemplating speech, but the words were not forthcoming. The tension was evident as he held up his arms and kept his fists in place, trying to conceal the strain. I couldn't take it in. Non
Sarah’s POV As I packed the last of Gabriel's small sweaters into his duffel bag, the late afternoon sun spilled gentle light into the room. I smiled as the fresh laundry's lavender scent clung to the fabric. He’d had such a beautiful time here. We all had. For the first time in weeks, things had felt… steady. Like the ground beneath my feet wasn’t constantly shifting. I glanced over my shoulder at Alessandro and Gabriel outside. Before we left the farmhouse, Alessandro had Gabriel sitting on his shoulders as they took a final stroll around the garden. The pure and contagious sound of Gabriel's laughter filled the air. A reminder that love wasn’t always about fireworks and chaos. Sometimes, it was about the way Alessandro always remembered how I took my coffee, or how he brushed Gabriel’s hair back before bed like it was second nature. It was safe. It was deep. Seeing them together made my heart feel full. It reminded me of the life I've always dreamed of—something genuine, cozy,
Adrian’s POVThe sun was slipping from the sky, casting a mellow light across the land; it felt like a reprieve. I stood in the hallway in my guest-sister’s room, peering through a silken curtain at them. Sarah, Alessandro and Gabriel had gone into the garden for a final evening together. To an outsider, it must have seemed like bliss – that scene of a perfect family.I couldn’t bear it.Alessandro was chasing Gabriel around the wildflower patch while he was laughing loudly and freely. He then effortlessly caught him again after swooping him into his arms and throwing him into the air. Gabriel's laughter reached me exactly where I was standing, resonating through the silence of the area. And then I saw it—the way Gabriel looked at Alessandro. Eyes wide with trust, with adoration. As if he were the safest place in the world.As if he were the father.Not me.A pain that was a mix of heartbreak, rage, and jealousy twisted sharply in my chest. I was descended from Gabriel. My son. Nevert