All Chapters of Accidental Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sarah’s Point of view:I stood frozen, tears still welling up in my eyes. Ethan's protective stance and firm tone had diffused the tense situation. Claire's venomous words still echoed in my mind."Sarah, you whore, I'll make you regret humiliating me!"I shuddered at the malice in her voice.Ethan's arm wrapped around me, pulling me close."Are you okay?" he asked softly.I nodded, still shaken."Yes," I whispered.Ethan's eyes scanned my face."I'm sorry about that," he said."You didn't deserve that."I took a deep breath."It's not your fault," I replied."Claire's always been... possessive, even over what isn’t hers."Ethan's expression darkened."Ex-husband?" he guessed.I nodded."Alex."Ethan's grip on me tightened."You're safe now," he whispered."I won't let anyone hurt you."The boutique had cleared out, leaving us alone.The staffs were staying out of our way.Ethan guided me to a nearby sofa."Sit," he said gently."I'll get you some water."As Ethan walked away, I not

Sarah’s Point of view:After breakfast, I offered to clean up after us."Since you did the cooking, it's only fair I clean up after," I said.Ethan smiled."Okay," he replied. "I'm going to have a bath."He pushed back his chair and stood up."I'll see you afterwards," he added.With that, he left the kitchen, leaving me to tackle the dishes.I began loading the dishwasher, lost in thought.The morning had been surprisingly enjoyable even with the restless night I had.Ethan's unexpected cooking skills had put me at ease.After finishing the dishes, I wandered through the house, deep in thought.My feet carried me to the library, a room I hadn't explored yet.I pushed open the door and stepped inside.The musty scent of old books enveloped me.I walked over to the expansive bookshelves, running my fingers over the spines.Thumbing through the titles displayed, I discovered classics, bestsellers, and rare editions.I picked a fantasy book from the bestsellers - "A Court of Thorns an

Sarah’s Point of view:As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by Ember's bright smile."Hi!" Ember exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.I hugged her back, feeling a warmth that only Ember's presence could bring.James was busy cooking, while Ethan sat at the table, looking sleek in his business attire."Morning," Ethan said, his eyes locking onto mine.I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest."Morning," I replied.Ember chattered excitedly as she helped James with breakfast.Ethan watched me, his gaze intense."You look beautiful today," he whispered.My cheeks flushed."Thanks," I said, trying to sound casual.As James left after cooking, Ethan, Ember, and I sat down to eat together.Ethan took a bite, then turned to me."I told Grandpa about you," he said."I told him you're my girlfriend."Ember's eyes sparkled."I knew you guys had something going on!" she exclaimed."Ethan can't take a 'friend' on the jet to Italy," she teased.She said friend with air quotes.I blushe

Sarah’s Point of view:I narrated what went down that afternoon."That's why you found me crying on the street," I finished.My eyes welled up again, but I fought back the tears."I feel so trapped, Ethan," I confessed.The weight of my secrets, my past, was crushing me."I've been trying to escape for so long, but it's always there."Alex's presence lingered, a constant reminder."I'm tired of being scared," I whispered.Tired of looking over my shoulder.Tired of living in fear.Ethan's grip on my hand tightened.His eyes burned with determination."You're not alone, Sarah," he promised.His voice was my anchor.My refuge."I'm here," he whispered.And for the first time in a long time.I felt a glimmer of hope."I need to tell you about Alex," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Ethan's expression turned attentive, his eyes locked onto mine."I've kept it inside for so long," I continued.The words trembled on my lips."But I want you to know."I took a deep breath."Alex..

Sarah’s Point of view: I stormed upstairs, slamming my door shut. Tears of frustration and anger streamed down my face. How could Ethan do this? He promised to listen, to understand. But instead, he took control. Decided for me. Disregarded my feelings. Just like Alex. The similarity stung. I felt trapped again. His words echoed in my mind. "I've hired security details to escort you everywhere." "I've booked a therapy session for you today." As if I couldn't make my own decisions. As if I needed a savior. I paced my room, trying to calm down. But the anger lingered. I needed space. Time to think. To process. Ethan's text arrived, apology in tow. "Hey Sarah, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to disregard your feelings and make decisions for you. I was in the wrong." I read it, but couldn't respond. Not yet. I needed to understand my own emotions first. Why did Ethan's actions hurt so much? Was it the control? The assumption? Or the