Sarah POVAlessandro softened, gazing up at her, eyes tracing the bulleted lists of names with gravity. He wasn’t just listening to the sounds he was feeling their essence, their potential. His eyes drifted down to our little son, curled in my arms; his fingers began to draw slow, invisible shapes on the crisp white quilt that covered the bed next to me. A little, involuntary movement; a sign of the storm within. “They’re both lovely names, Sarah,” he said at last, his voice soft as well as deliberate.“Gabriel has a bit of a strength to it, a feeling of solidness, of groundedness. And Luca… It feels like a lighthouse, something that cuts through the dark, a warm light and a small spark. I like them both, truly." A wave of relief washed over me. His honest appreciation slackened the knot of anxiety that had been tightening in my chest. “I’ve always loved the name Gabriel,” I admitted, a gentle smile breaking my lips. “It’s strong, yes, powerful even, but there’s a gentleness to it,
Sarah's POV I leaned in toward Alessandro, feeling the heat of his arms as he clasped me in a tight hold. The road that lay ahead was still full of questions, but in the meantime, we had this moment, this fresh start. And it was enough. As I gazed upon our son, I had a certainty that we had made the perfect choice of name. Gabriel Luca would be growing up in the midst of love, the support of his family, and the illumination that his given name brought. Gabriel would be aware of the dynamics of our life, and of the difficulties we had overcome, but he would also be aware of the strength of love, of perseverance, and of new beginnings. With Alessandro beside me and Gabriel Luca in my arms, I felt complete. We were starting anew, a journey that would not be simple, yet one that was full of promise, love, and light. We would create a future that was deserving of the name we had given a future of strength and grace, similar to that of our son. Just as I relaxed again in the lap of t
Sarah's POVI caught a look at Alessandro, who was smiling encouragingly, his fingers sweeping across my hand in wordless support. I then returned my attention to Adrian, recognizing that this was a moment where we all needed to meet in the middle, however complicated it had gotten between us. Something delicate hung in the air, a tacit recognition of all that had brought us to this moment."We were considering Gabriel Luca," I said quietly, studying Adrian's expression. "A name that really suits him, for all we've been through together."His expression altered, relaxing a little in his stance. He said the name again, half-testing it on his lips. "Gabriel Luca," he breathed, his eyes falling upon the small face in my arms. "A strong name. It suits him."There was a silence between us, a heaviness that was somehow both known and unknown. The years, the decisions we had made, the scars that had never really healed all still hovered there, unseen. But in that moment, it had nothing to do
Adrian POV The ride back to Sarah's house seemed almost unreal, as if I was sitting in my own life watching it happen rather than participating in it. My steering wheel grip tightened as I trailed Alessandro's car, my thoughts a vortex of feelings I couldn't quite disentangle. The sheer immediacy of it all everything Gabriel, Sarah and me's tentative peace, the unspoken uneasiness between all of us wedged in my chest, suffocating me. I still had yet to come to terms with what it meant to be a dad, yet here I was, moving into a dynamic where I was somehow already on the periphery of it all. Gabriel Luca. The sound of it echoed in my head, unfamiliar yet unmistakably his. My son's name, one that I had had little choice in. It was a tiny, powerful reminder of how much had happened, how many choices had been made without me, and how much of Sarah's life had gone on without me while I was gone. But it wasn't about me, I told myself. It was about Gabriel and the vow I had made to be ther
Adrian POV I looked over at Alessandro, standing next to the bassinet, his eyes fixed exclusively on Gabriel. There was something in his gaze, something steady and unbreakable, that curled my stomach. His presence, his serene confidence—it was infuriating. He was always composed, always steady, as if all of this meant nothing to him. As if he had somehow claimed his position in Sarah and Gabriel's life, while I was still trying to find my own. As night wore on, the pressure in my chest felt increasingly oppressive. Each look that passed between Alessandro and Sarah, each soft caress between them, was like a knife digging further into the wounds that had yet to heal. Each time Alessandro leaned to tend to Gabriel or stroked his hand across Sarah’s back in gentle reassurance, it was a reminder of all that I had lost. Of all that I was never going to get back. A reminder that despite everything I wanted, despite every desperate yearning, I was never going to be the one that Sarah reac
Adrian POVAs the night passed, my attention remained fixed on Alessandro. His easy confidence, the way he interacted with Sarah, and the seeming ease with which he controlled her were all sources of persistent, subtle anguish. Sarah's replies to him felt like a real agony in my belly. The soft curve of her smile at his words, the way her eyes lingered on him – it was all too much to bear.A dark flicker, brief yet intense, crossed my mind.What if he wasn’t here?If Alessandro were gone, would the landscape shift? Would I finally have a chance to mend the fractured pieces of my relationship with Sarah? Could I finally step into the role of father I yearned for without this constant feeling of being second best?The thought’s starkness startled me, but it stubbornly lingered. I wasn’t a man of violence; I didn’t wish him harm. But… what if things simply changed? What if he was no longer in the picture? Would Sarah then turn to me? Would she finally see the man I wanted to be for he
Adrian POVAs the evening wore on, I found myself retreating into my thoughts, the noise of their conversation fading into the background. I watched the way Alessandro interacted with Sarah, the way she responded to him, and the anger inside me began to fester again. It was like they had their own language, a shorthand that I couldn't break into. Every laugh, every shared glance, was another reminder of how far I had fallen in Sarah's eyes.When Alessandro got up to leave, saying he had some work to catch up on at home, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread. Relief that he was leaving, giving me some space, but dreaded the thought of being alone with Sarah, knowing that I couldn't compete with the image of him that was so clearly etched in her mind."I'll see you tomorrow," Alessandro said to Sarah, his voice low and affectionate. Then he turned to me, giving me a nod that felt almost condescending. "Adrian.""Yeah," I replied, barely able to muster a civil tone. I watched him
Sarah POVIt's been two weeks since Alessandro left for Italy, and the house feels different without him. The air is quieter, lighter in a way, yet there's an undercurrent of tension that never fully dissipates. Without his presence, the balance I had carefully maintained feels unsettled, as if something vital has been removed, leaving an unfamiliar void. Adrian has been around more often—helpful, attentive, and making a clear effort to insert himself into Gabriel's routine. He volunteers for small tasks without being asked, offers to help with errands, and seems determined to prove his worth as a father.I see it in the way he watches Gabriel, how he adjusts his behavior to make things easier for me, as if he's trying to remind me of the man he used to be or perhaps convince me that he has changed. There is a quiet determination in him now, an unspoken insistence that this—whatever fractured version of a family we have—can work. But I’m not sure it’s that simple.Adrian’s presence is
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