Adrian P.O.V.It had been an hour since Baldwin left my office, but I was still staring at the evidence laid out before me. The documents seemed to mock my foolishness, each detail a bitter reminder of how far I had let my doubts and ego drive me.A wave of guilt hit me hard, knocking the air out of my lungs as I thought about all the terrible things I had done to her.What have I done to her?I punished Sarah for things she never did.She had pleaded with me, insisted on her innocence time and time again, but I hadn't listened. I had been blinded by jealousy and my insecurities. Instead of protecting her, I had been the one to cause her the most pain.My chest tightened as I recalled the way I had ignored her tears, dismissed her desperate cries for understanding, and, worst of all, forced myself into her life in ways that were beyond unforgivable. I clenched my fists, the memory of my cruelty making my skin crawl.I pulled at my hair in frustration, the weight of my actions pressing
Adrian POV"Stop lying, Jessica. I heard everything. Tell me the truth why did you fake your pregnancy?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fury.Jessica's face turned pale, but she quickly tried to regain composure. "I... I only faked it so you'd come back to me and divorce Sarah," she stammered tensely, her voice faltering.The confession hit me like a punch to the gut. My fists clenched, and I struggled to keep my composure. "What about the lies about Sarah's affair? The stories you fed me? I know the truth now, Jessica. I know you've been lying for years, so don't give me this bullshit."Her eyes darted around nervously, searching for an escape, but there was none. "Adrian, I did it for us," she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. "You don't know how cunning Sarah is. She always tries to take what's mineโ"I cut her off sharply. "Enough, Jessica. Stop twisting the truth. My mind is finally piecing it all together. It was you who had issues with Sarah, not the other way
Adrian POVAfter everything Iโve done, I donโt know how to face her. Iโve spent months destroying her dignity and soul. I didnโt even hesitate to take her virginity, a moment that should have been sacred and filled with love, not selfishness and control.I was supposed to protect and love her, but instead, I shattered her trust and heart by blindly trusting Jessicaโs lies.Guilt gnawed at me with every passing second as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The memories of Sarahโs tear-streaked face and broken voice haunted me. I had wronged her in ways that words alone could never mend.I wish I could go back in time and start over, cherishing my marriage with Sarah, appreciating her kindness and resilience. She had been my guiding light, but I had extinguished that flame with my own hands.I just hope itโs not too late. I hope she gives me another chanceโa chance to prove I can be the man she deserves.Fifteen minutes later, I parked outside Amario Enterprises, my
Sarah P.O.VAfter the chaotic morning with Adrian and Alessandro, I decided I needed a breakโa day away from the office to collect my thoughts. But as I paced around my apartment, the weight of unfinished work loomed over me. Reluctantly, I changed my mind and headed to the office.It was nearly 11 a.m. when I arrived, the morning sun already high in the sky, casting sharp shadows across the glass faรงade of the building. The familiar hum of office life greeted me as I walked towards my cabin. Employees buzzed around, tapping away at keyboards and exchanging hushed conversations. My eyes landed on Ester, seated at her desk, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at her laptop screen.I approached her, crossing my arms over my chest. โWhere were you last night? I was worried about you, Ester.โ My tone was a mixture of concern and mild exasperation.Ester looked up, her expression shifting to one of amusement. โWell, it should be me asking you that, Cinderella. Where did you di
Sarah POVMy breath hitched. Alessandro. Of course, it was Alessandro.The bouquet of crimson roses rested delicately in my arms, the soft petals brushing against my skin like silk. The sweet, heady fragrance mingled with the faint scent of coffee that lingered in the office air. I stared at the note nestled between the blossoms, the bold black ink etched into the cream-colored paper demanding my attention.Ester peered over my shoulder, curiosity glinting in her eyes as she read the note. โWow. Talk about grand gestures,โ she said, her voice tinged with amusement. โSo... what are you going to do?โI remained silent, the conflict within me swirling like a storm. Alessandro always had a way of pulling at my heartstrings, but after everything that had happened, could a bouquet of roses and a well-worded apology truly make things right?โI donโt know,โ I admitted quietly, the weight of indecision pressing down on me like a heavy cloak.Ester placed a reassuring hand on my arm, her voice s
Sarah POVThe familiar deep, velvety voice filled the silence of my office, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.โHello, Sarah.โI clenched the phone tighter in my hand, heart skipping for reasons I wasnโt ready to acknowledge. His tone was confident, tinged with warmth and a hint of mischief. Alessandro Dante never sounded unsure.โI assume you received the bouquet?โโYes.โ I kept my voice steady, masking the confusion that lingered. โIt wasโฆ unexpected.โA pause followed, thick with unspoken thoughts. I could almost picture the faint smile tugging at his lips.โSometimes the best things are,โ he said smoothly.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers absently curling around the phone cord. โIs this your way of convincing me to have dinner with you?โโConvincing you?โ His voice turned playful. โI was hoping you'd already decided.โDespite myself, a small laugh escaped my lips. โBold assumption.โโWell,โ he quipped, โI like to think boldness gets results.โI couldnโt suppress the
Sarah POVI stood rooted behind my desk, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as Adrian Parker stepped into my office. His usual air of arrogance clung to him like a second skin, but there was something different about his eyes today less guarded, almost pleading.โWhat brings you here, Parker?โ I asked, keeping my tone steady despite the surge of unease his presence always triggered. โAnother accusation or another threat?โHis jaw tensed, and for a moment, he didnโt respond. I watched him carefully, noting the flicker of something indecipherable in his gaze. He seemed to be grappling with thoughts he wasnโt ready to share, but his eyes never left mine.Then, without warning, he closed the distance between us in two swift strides. His hands cupped my face, his touch startlingly gentle.โSarah, I am so sorry,โ he said, his voice raw with emotion. โI shouldnโt have trusted Jessica.โI blinked, stunned. Had I heard that right? Is Adrian Parker apologizing?I pinched my arm discreetly, ha
Sarah POVAdrianโs presence loomed in the room, his broad frame tense, yet his eyes brimming with a desperate softness that belied his usual arrogance. He took a step closer, his voice low and pleading.โSarah, you said you forgave me, right?โ His fingers curled around my hand, firm but trembling. โThen, baby, why canโt you come back to the mansion and be with me?โI stood rooted in place, my breath catching in my throat. His words, that familiar endearment I had once longed to hear, now felt hollow.โI said I forgive you, Adrian,โ I said, meeting his gaze head-on, โbut I canโt forget what you did. I canโt forget how you treated me. I canโt go back to living with you and pretend like nothing ever happened.โHis face contorted, sorrow etching deep lines across his otherwise perfect features.โSarah, I know I hurt youโbadly. You have every right to be mad at me,โ he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. โBut I want to fix things between us. I want to fix this marriage. I want to get to
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