Sarah's POVThe night had gone far better than I had expected.Alessandro surprised me — in a good way. Sitting in his car, sharing simple burgers and fries while discussing architectural trends and business strategies, I found myself genuinely enjoying his company.He was thoughtful, insightful, and respectful, far from the slick charmer I’d initially assumed. I'd even brought pepper spray in my bag, just in case. But tonight proved that Alessandro wasn’t someone I needed to guard myself against.Time flew by unnoticed until it was nearly 11 p.m. when he pulled up in front of my house. The neighbourhood was quiet, the streetlights casting soft pools of light on the pavement.I stepped out of the car, and to my surprise, Alessandro did the same."Thanks for dinner, Alessandro. I really had a good time," I said sincerely."Thanks to you for joining me. I hope we can have more dinners like this in the future," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile that made him look une
Sarah's POV"I never said I was here to take you back to the mansion," Adrian said smoothly, his tone a maddening mix of arrogance and something disturbingly close to care. "I'm here so that we can live together in this house from now on."His grey eyes gleamed with conviction as he leaned closer. "I can't let my beautiful wife live here alone."The words hung in the air like smoke, suffocating me. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, heavier than any burden I'd carried in a long time. It seemed that whenever I tried to piece my life back together, Adrian had a way of showing up and unraveling it all.Why couldn't he just let me be? What had I done to deserve this relentless torment? All I wanted was a simple life, free from the chaos he embodied but peace seemed like a luxury I could never afford around Adrian Parker.My jaw tightened as I forced myself to stay calm. Taking a deep breath, I pushed his hands off my waist with more force than necessary and took a step back, creating sp
Sarah's POVThe revelation that Adrian and Jessica had broken up caught me off guard. Just yesterday, they'd looked inseparable, as though planning a future together. Now, suddenly, they were no more.But frankly, that was none of my concern."You can use the guest room next to my bedroom," I said curtly, turning on my heel to walk away.I barely made it two steps before Adrian's hand shot out, gripping my arm firmly but not painfully. The heat of his touch sent an unwelcome shiver down my spine.I spun around, glaring at him. "Let go," I demanded.His grip loosened, but he didn’t release me entirely. "Don’t you want to know why we broke up?" he asked, his voice low but steady, pulling me just a fraction closer."Why would I care about your personal affairs, Parker?" I spat, yanking my arm free. "I don’t know what games you and Jessica are playing, but I’m not your pawn anymore. You can’t hurt me again.""This isn’t a game, Sarah," he said earnestly, his grey eyes darkening with emoti
Sarah POVBirdsong filtered through the open window, mingling with the golden rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. I stretched, my body heavy from the previous night’s emotional turmoil.After a quick shower, I dressed in my work clothes a fitted blouse and sleek trousers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gathered my hair into a messy bun, preparing to face the day.The quiet creak of the door opening drew my attention. My gaze snapped up, and I blinked in surprise as Adrian walked in.He wore an apron over a simple black T-shirt and jeans, carrying a tray laden with breakfast. The sight was so absurd I almost laughed."Good morning, wife," he greeted with a smile that was far too charming for this early hour.I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?""I made breakfast for you," he announced, placing the tray on the bedside table.I stared at the neatly arranged food toast, scrambled eggs, a small bowl of fruit, and freshly squeezed orange juice. The presentation was impe
Sarah POVThe atmosphere in the car was thick with unspoken tension, as if the very air between us had weight. Adrian’s fingers gripped the steering wheel with casual confidence as we cruised along the road, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. I kept my gaze trained on the scenery rushing past, determined not to let his presence rattle me, but that was easier said than done.The sudden warmth of his hand resting on my thigh shattered my resolve. The touch was brazen, casual, as though it belonged there — as though he had every right.A jolt shot through me, not just of surprise but of something more dangerous, something I didn’t want to name. My instinct kicked in, and I immediately pushed his hand away."Adrian," I warned, my voice low but firm, barely concealing my irritation.He glanced at me with a smirk that was both infuriating and disarming, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Relax, Sarah," he said smoothly as if I was overreacting to a perfectly innocent gesture.My
Sarah POVAs Adrian drove off, his parting words echoed in my mind. "Take care, Sarah."I stood there, watching the car disappear down the street, my heart racing. What just happened? Why didn’t I push him away? Worse, why did part of me wonder what it would have been like if he had kissed me?I shook my head, forcing the intrusive thoughts aside. Get a grip, Sarah.Trying to bury my confusion, I headed inside the office and threw myself into work. Meetings piled up one after the other, leaving no time for lunch. I welcomed the distraction, grateful for anything that kept Adrian's behavior off my mind.By the time the day ended, exhaustion weighed heavily on me. My body ached, and my mind was foggy from the relentless pace. I called a cab and leaned back into the seat, allowing the hum of the city to fade into the background as my thoughts wandered.Adrian’s apology, his chivalrous behaviour, and those small gestures everything about his sudden niceness was unsettling. He hadn’t been
Sarah's POVI leaned back against the bathtub, warm water lapping against my skin as I stared at the ceiling. The soothing scent of lavender filled the bathroom, but my thoughts were anything but calm.Two weeks.Two weeks since Jessica had stormed into my house, wild with accusations and heartbreak. Two weeks since Adrian had stood by my side, his arm around my waist, declaring that I was the one he chose. The memory lingered in my mind, sharp and surreal.Adrian’s transformation baffled me. How was this the same man who once despised my very existence? And yet here he was, behaving like the perfect husband—attentive, considerate, and persistent.He’d made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere, despite my repeated attempts to remind him that his efforts wouldn’t change my decision. We had no future together, but Adrian, stubborn as ever, seemed convinced that time and persistence might sway my feelings.I sighed, running my fingers through the water.The only bright spot lately had been
Sarah’s POVHis white shirt hugged his frame perfectly, the sleeves pushed up to reveal strong forearms. The sun caught the golden flecks in his dark eyes, making them sparkle as his gaze locked on me."Hey! What are you doing down here?" I greeted him with a smile, quickening my pace."Hey," he replied, his voice smooth and warm. He opened his arms slightly, and I didn't hesitate to step into the familiar comfort of his embrace. His scent a mix of fresh citrus and wood wrapped around me, making my heart skip a beat."I was just about to head upstairs," he added, his voice a low murmur near my ear."Come on, let's go up. I'm starving," I said playfully, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the entrance.But instead of following, Alessandro planted his feet firmly, pulling me back. My breath hitched as I stumbled slightly, my body colliding against his chest.The sudden proximity sent a jolt through me. His arm steadied me, strong and unwavering."You look absolutely beautiful, Sa
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