Sarah POVI understood that in order to truly move ahead with Alessandro, I had to establish a boundary that Adrian must not breach.I inhaled deeply and composed a message.Note for Adrian:Adrian, I must be honest with you. Iโve chosen to be with Alessandro, so we need to set boundaries. I have concern for you because you are involved with my child, but I cannot allow you to interfere in my relationship.Kindly honor that.My thumb lingered above the send button. A part of me feared his reactionโif he would explode in anger, try to manipulate me, or make me rethink my choice. Yet some part of me experienced a soothing relief. It was essential. This was the right action to take.I hit send.Time seemed to stretch into eternity as I waited, my stomach knotted with anxiety. I partially anticipated that he would either ignore the letter or respond with something unclear, making me doubt everything However, his response was faster than I anticipated.Note from Adrian:I understand, Sarah
Adrian POV Therapy was supposed to help. Thatโs what everyone kept telling me. My friends, my family, even Sarahโback when she still spoke to me like she cared. โJust try it,โ they said. โItโll help you work through your feelings. Youโll feel better once you understand whatโs really going on.โ And so, after months of resisting, โIt will assist you in processing your emotions.โ "You'll feel improved after grasping what is truly happening." Therefore, after months of resisting, I ultimately conceded. I initiated the call, endured the uncomfortable initial session, and continuously attended each week without fail, anticipatingโwishingโfor a change to occur.Yet, to be truthful, each session felt like it stripped my skin away, exposing my raw nerves. I did not feel improved. I didnโt sense recovery. I didn't sense any understanding at all. Rather, I left each meeting feeling progressively bewildered, more exasperated, and increasingly convinced that Sarah was drifting away from me like s
Adrian POVEvery time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Sarah. Always Sarah. I noticed her tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, just as she used to do. I observed her grinning at Alessandro as if he were the centre of her world. I pictured them clasping hands, strolling together, sharing confidences, and creating a future. A perfect coupleโMy dream, playing out with someone else. It was torture. A persistent, gnawing pain that never dulled, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself, no matter how many therapy sessions I endured. I couldnโt accept it. I refused to accept it. In my head, I kept replaying every conversation weโd had before things turned cold. Her voice, her expressions, the pauses between her words. I dissected them, twisted them, and reinterpreted them. Lookingโhopingโfor something. A sign. A single word that might prove she still cared. That she might not be as sure about Alessandro as she claimed to be. And the more I fed that hope, the more it consumed me. It burne
Sarahโs POV The moment we pulled into the driveway, a strange weight settled over me. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Alessandro parked near the old porch, and Gabriel stirred in his car seat with a soft, sleepy sound. It was gorgeous here, I couldnโt dispute that. The farmhouse appeared just as it did during Adrian and my visit after our weddingโthe same white walls, the wildflowers thriving without regard for rules, and the air heavy with the fragrance of pine and sun-baked soil. I didn't foresee the memories affecting me this intensely.Alessandro stepped out first, stretching and lifting Gabriel carefully from the backseat. โYou okay?โ he asked, offering me his usual quiet, steady look. I nodded, brushing my hair behind my ear. โYeahโฆ Just tired.โ That was only half the truth. We hadn't even made it up the steps when I heard Adrianโs voiceโtoo cheerful, too rehearsed. โThere they are! You made it.โ And then I saw her. Tall legs, shiny dark hair, a laugh that seemed
Sarah POVLater that night, when Gabriel was finally asleep and Alessandro stepped into the kitchen to grab some water, Adrian caught me in the hallway.โNice night, huh?โ he said casually.I folded my arms. โYou didnโt need to put in this effort.โ He inclined his head, grinning as if he were unaware of what I was referring to. โGo through what?โI gave him a look. โBringing her. The wholeโฆ show.โ" continue the storyline over here Sarah controls her emotions and gets away from Adrian's manipulation and plan. Later, when Gabriel is asleep she and Alessandro have fun in the night in the pool. They both have an intimate moment, and Adrian watches them from the window and gets jealousHe stepped closer, his voice lowering. โYou think itโs a show?โโIsnโt it?โ I asked. โBecause if this is you trying to make me jealous, Adrian, itโs not going to work.โHe didnโt blink. โIs it not?โAnd there it was again, that same insufferable confidence. That needs to get under my skin. I wanted to walk a
Sarah POVI followed him barefoot across the creaky floorboards and out into the night. The old farmhouse pool shimmered like liquid glass under the stars, surrounded by wild grass and the scent of lavender that always grew too fast near the fence.He dove in first, smooth and silent, and surfaced with a grin. I hesitated only a second before slipping out of my oversized tee and sliding in after him, the water instantly wrapping around my skin like silk.We drifted toward each other. The quiet buzz of summer insects hummed around us, the moonlight catching on the ripples between our bodies.โYou okay?โ he asked, treading gently beside me.I nodded. โYeahโฆ More than okay.โHis hand found my waist under the water. I didnโt resist.There was something so real about this. Honest. There were no games in Alessandroโs touch, no veiled intentions. Just quiet understanding and the gentle burn of something I hadnโt felt in a long timeโsafety. Desire. Love, maybe. The kind that didnโt demand. It
Adrianโs POV The next morning I barely slept. The bed felt colder than it should haveโtoo big, too quiet, tooโฆ wrong. Eva stirred beside me a few times, reaching for something I wasnโt willing to give. My mind never left that damn pool. Never left the image of Sarah in Alessandroโs arms, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her laughter echoing inside my skull like a haunting. But I wasnโt done. Not even close. By the time sunlight bled through the farmhouse windows, I was already downstairs, pacing the kitchen in silence, coffee in hand and plans tightening in my mind like knots. Theyโd think it was just another slow morning on the farm. But I had a different kind of day in mind. I turned on musicโsomething loud, something upbeatโand set out breakfast like I was hosting a holiday brunch. Fruit, pancakes, freshly ground beans. I made sure the smell filled every corner of the house. Let them come down happy. Let them think theyโve won. Then Iโd remind Sarah of everything she wal
Sarah POV The air was thick with the scent of hay and late summer. One of those nights where the heat doesnโt break, even after sunset, just lingers like something unfinished. The porch boards were warm under my feet, and everything around me felt heavy and still. Except my chest. That felt tight. Like I was forgetting how to breathe. Gabriel had finally settled for the night. His soft, steady breaths crackled through the baby monitor next to me, a small sound in the silence, but somehow, it grounded me. Inside, I could hear the soft murmur of water running in the pipe, someone showering or maybe filling the sink. Alessandroโs voice floated in from the backyard, low and calm, probably smoothing over a late business call. Thatโs just who he was: steady, composed. Always showing up for the hard parts, no fuss. I just wanted a moment. One quiet breath in the dark. But of course, he found me. โYou look tired,โ Adrian said. Like he didnโt already know exactly why. I didnโt turn aroun
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. Iโll be waiting.โMy 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.โCome in,โ 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
Alessandroโs 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 hadnโt raised her voice. She hadnโt 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.Iโd made a mistake. A big one.Not because of Mira, not entirely. That chapter of my life had been over years ago. And Miraโs accusations had never made sense to begin with. But I shouldโve told Sarah everything the moment we got serious. I shouldโve 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. Heโd timed it perfectly right when we were finding peace. W
Adrianโs 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 Alessandroโs digital trail. His online presence lit up like a roadmapโthreads of the past just waiting to be pulled. But I knew better now. Whispers and half-truths wouldnโt be enough. If I wanted to break them, I needed more than suspicion. I needed leverage. Misdirection.And I needed someone on the inside.Thatโs when it clicked.Chloe.Sarahโs 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 didnโt just dislike Sarah, she resented her.That kind of bitterness? It could be moulded. Turned into something useful.I
Sarahโs POV New York Cityโs 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 weโd returned from the farmhouse. Seven days of strained silences, clipped conversations, and the kind of emotional distance I never thought Iโd feel between Alessandro and me. I still hadnโt 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 meโto think I couldnโt handle the truth, to let someone like Adrian be the one to reveal it. After everything weโd fought for, the secrets still found a way to wedge themselves between us. And it hurt. Today marked my return to the office aft
Alessandroโs 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 didnโt even know was still broken?In the past, I thought Iโd 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 Iโd 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. โDo tell me this isnโt the case,โ I spoke in my flat voice. โPlease tell me this is some unexpected blunder that someone made. That thisโฆ 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 couldnโt 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. โThat's not the case.โWe were close once, back in college. Yes, we dated for a few months, but when things didnโt work out, she didnโt take
Sarahโs 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 Iโd misunderstood. But every word sank deeper, each one a blow I hadnโt been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. Alessandroโs nameโฆ tied to it.I looked up at himโthe man I had let into every part of my life. My heart, my home, Gabrielโs world. The man whoโd been my safe place after everything fell apartโฆ 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
Sarahโs 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. Heโd had such a beautiful time here. We all had. For the first time in weeks, things had feltโฆ steady. Like the ground beneath my feet wasnโt 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 wasnโt always about fireworks and chaos. Sometimes, it was about the way Alessandro always remembered how I took my coffee, or how he brushed Gabrielโs 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 ofโsomething genuine, cozy,
Adrianโs 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-sisterโs 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 โ that scene of a perfect family.I couldnโt 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 itโthe 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