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 couple—My 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 couldn’t accept it. I refused to accept it. In my head, I kept replaying every conversation we’d had before things turned cold. Her voice, her expressions, the pauses between her words. I dissected them, twisted them, and reinterpreted them. Looking—hoping—for 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
Sarah’s 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 couldn’t dispute that. The farmhouse appeared just as it did during Adrian and my visit after our wedding—the 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. “You okay?” he asked, offering me his usual quiet, steady look. I nodded, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Yeah… Just tired.” That was only half the truth. We hadn't even made it up the steps when I heard Adrian’s voice—too cheerful, too rehearsed. “There they are! You made it.” 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.“Nice night, huh?” he said casually.I folded my arms. “You didn’t need to put in this effort.” He inclined his head, grinning as if he were unaware of what I was referring to. “Go through what?”I gave him a look. “Bringing her. The whole… show.”" 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. “You think it’s a show?”“Isn’t it?” I asked. “Because if this is you trying to make me jealous, Adrian, it’s not going to work.”He didn’t blink. “Is it not?”And 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.“You okay?” he asked, treading gently beside me.I nodded. “Yeah… More than okay.”His hand found my waist under the water. I didn’t resist.There was something so real about this. Honest. There were no games in Alessandro’s touch, no veiled intentions. Just quiet understanding and the gentle burn of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—safety. Desire. Love, maybe. The kind that didn’t demand. It
Adrian’s POV The next morning I barely slept. The bed felt colder than it should have—too big, too quiet, too… wrong. Eva stirred beside me a few times, reaching for something I wasn’t willing to give. My mind never left that damn pool. Never left the image of Sarah in Alessandro’s arms, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her laughter echoing inside my skull like a haunting. But I wasn’t 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. They’d think it was just another slow morning on the farm. But I had a different kind of day in mind. I turned on music—something loud, something upbeat—and 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 they’ve won. Then I’d 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 doesn’t 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. Alessandro’s voice floated in from the backyard, low and calm, probably smoothing over a late business call. That’s 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. “You look tired,” Adrian said. Like he didn’t already know exactly why. I didn’t turn aroun
Adrian’s POV The farmhouse air was thick with the scent of old wood, damp soil, and something far more volatile—unspoken words and barely masked fury. I leaned against the edge of the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching as Sarah laughed softly at something Alessandro whispered. The sound—it used to be mine. That easy, effortless laughter. That look in her eyes. Now, I was an outsider in a room where I used to belong. I hadn’t planned on things going this way. I told myself I’d be civil, that I’d keep a distance. But every time I looked at her, every time she avoided meeting my eyes, something inside me twisted. The silence between us had grown roots. And yet, I could feel her still watching me when she thought I wasn’t looking. So when she walked out toward the back patio alone, I followed. Not to cause a scene. Not to stir up drama. I just… needed a moment. To say something real. “Sarah,” I called gently. She paused, not turning immediately. “Adrian,” she acknowledged quiet
Alessandro’s POVAs soon as we entered the farmhouse, I sensed Adrian's gaze frequently shifting toward Sarah, resting just a tad too long, his steps always a bit too near to hers. He moved as if he was unsure of his position now, or perhaps he was aware and simply indifferentI tried to brush it off for Sarah’s sake. This weekend was supposed to be a break from everything, a chance to reconnect in a space away from the noise. But Adrian’s presence, his calculated charm, his convenient timing it was starting to get under my skin.Still, I stayed quiet. Watched. Waited.But when I saw him follow her out to the back patio, something inside me snapped. I didn’t even think I just followed.The air outside had cooled, but the heat in my chest was simmering as I stepped out and caught the tail end of his words. That same, tired speech. The I-still-care line. The emotional fishing for a response. He was always good at that, knowing just how to sound vulnerable without ever taking true account
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