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 had almost finished the fruit on my plate, savoring the buttery richness of the scrambled eggs when an unsettling churn twisted in my stomach. The sharp discomfort caught me off guard, but I brushed it off, assuming it was just indigestion.However, the sensation intensified, turning into a nauseating swirl that made my skin clammy. A bitter taste crept into my mouth as bile surged up my throat. Panic set in, and I instinctively clamped a hand over my mouth, rising abruptly from my seat.“Sarah?” Ester’s voice was tinged with concern.“Are you okay?” Alessandro asked, rising from his chair, eyes wide with worry.I couldn't respond. I bolted toward the bathroom, my footsteps unsteady. The voices calling after me faded as my focus narrowed on one thing reaching the sink or toilet before I lost control.I barely made it in time, collapsing to my knees in front of the toilet as the contents of my stomach came up violently. The acrid burn in my throat made my eyes water, and I
Sarah POVI clutched the medical report in my trembling hands, the word "Pregnant" glaring back at me, refusing to be ignored. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I read the lines over and over again, as though repetition would change the reality staring me in the face.How could this be happening? My mind raced, rewinding to those nights with Adrian. His touch, his whispered promises in moments of passion. The memory was sharp and vivid now, cutting through my shock. He hadn't used protection the last time, and despite my efforts to stay on track with the pills, I must have missed some doses.The realization was a punch to my gut. I had been careless—recklessly so. The weight of that carelessness was now pressing down on me, crushing my breath.A shiver ran through me as I placed a hand over my stomach. An unfamiliar warmth bloomed there, soft yet heavy, the mere thought of a life growing inside me sending a tidal wave of emotions crashing over my fragile defences.I wasn’t rea
Sarah POVAn hour later, I walked out of the hospital with Ester by my side, the doctor’s instructions echoing in my mind: a proper diet, medications, and adequate rest. It all felt surreal, as though I was living someone else's life instead of my own.Ester offered to drive me home, and I accepted without argument. My body felt too drained to protest. I sank into the passenger seat, buckled the seatbelt, and let out a shaky breath as she started the engine.Silence stretched between us for a while, broken only by the faint hum of the car engine. I stared blankly out of the window, watching the city blur past in shades of gray and gold as evening crept in. My mind swirled with a thousand thoughts, none of which settled long enough for me to grasp.Ester's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “Have you decided to tell Adrian about the pregnancy?”I pressed my lips together, unsure how to respond. “I don’t know, Ester. I’m so confused with everything happening.”She sighed, her tone
My hands were clammy, heart racing as I tried to steady my breathing. Anxiety gnawed at the edges of my resolve, but I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. The truth had to come out. No matter how messy things had become between Adrian and me, this was something he had a right to know.The door creaked open, and I turned to see him entering the room. His tall frame was rigid, and his face carried that familiar cold, bitter expression that had become a permanent fixture between us. But as soon as our eyes met, something shifted. His shoulders relaxed, and his lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.“Hey, wife!” he greeted cheerfully, the forced brightness in his voice striking an odd note. “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you in the morning before leaving.”Before I could react, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a firm hug. His cologne was sharp and familiar, stirring a confusing mix of emotions within me. For a moment, I stiffened, instinctively wantin
Sarah POVAs those words left his mouth, I immediately shot up from the couch, my heart pounding in disbelief.“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice shaking, a mixture of shock and fury thickening my tone.Adrian stood there, composed in the face of my anger, his jaw clenched as though bracing himself for what was coming.“I’m not going to do anything like that, Adrian,” I spat, my breath uneven. “This is our child. How can you say something like this so easily?”His face hardened. “Then what exactly do you want me to do?” he demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. He reached out, gripping my arm firmly, as if trying to physically tether me to his point of view.I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. “I don’t want anything from you, Adrian. I just wanted you to support this child along with me,” I said, my voice cracking under the weight of my conviction.He sighed deeply, frustration bleeding into his tone. “Sarah, please. We can’t have this baby now. We’re not ready for a child ye
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