All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sarah’s POVThe drive to the office is uneventful, though my mind is anything but calm. My thoughts are a chaotic mess, replaying countless scenarios where Alessandro rejects me, telling me he’s done, that he doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I try to shake the intrusive thoughts away, but they cling to me like a shadow.The city buzzes around me as I navigate the streets, indifferent to my inner turmoil. Skyscrapers loom above, their glass windows reflecting the morning sunlight, but even the vibrant energy of the city does little to soothe my anxiety.When I finally pull into the parking lot, I take a moment to collect myself, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. “Get it together,” I whisper to myself. With a deep breath, I straighten up, grab my bag, and step out of the car.The sound of my heels clicking against the polished marble floor echoes as I enter the building. The familiar scent of coffee and office air freshener greets me, a strange comfort in its p

Sarah POVIt was a quiet Sunday evening, and I found myself sprawled lazily on the couch, indulging in my third tub of chocolate fudge ice cream. The creamy sweetness melted on my tongue, offering a temporary escape from the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the lamp by the corner, casting long shadows across the walls as the television flickered with yet another episode of Friends. Chandler’s witty sarcasm barely registered in my ears as I absentmindedly spooned another bite of ice cream.Pregnancy cravings were no joke. I had read countless articles about them, but living through the experience was entirely different. One moment I craved tangy pickles, and the next, it was all about sweet indulgences. With how things were going, I was pretty sure I'd be gaining a significant amount of weight soon—and honestly, I didn't care. My baby’s well-being came first.The comforting aroma of freshly cooked food wafted from the kitchen, mi

Sarah POVI immediately dove in, savouring the sweet treat. Alessandro sat beside me, watching with amusement.Even though he was incredibly busy managing his companies in Italy and the U.S., he always made time for me. He never failed to make me feel special.Once I finished my doughnut, I got up to put the leftovers in the kitchen. When I returned, Alessandro had already made himself comfortable, his tie and blazer discarded. He was watching Friends on TV.I curled up beside him, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close."I missed you, Alessandro," I whispered."And I missed you more, Sarah," he replied, his voice low.I looked up at him, studying his tired face. "Did you have a long day?""Yes, but having you in my arms makes everything better," he said, caressing my hair.Being with him made me feel safe, something I had never felt before, not even with Adrian or my father.As I gazed at him, our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss. Time seemed to stop as we lost oursel

Adrian's P.O.VI was so excited to tell her that I wanted this child.I hurriedly finished up my work in LA within a week, wrapping up meetings, signing documents, and making final calls to ensure everything was handled in my absence. The moment I was done, I booked the earliest flight back to New York, my heart racing with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to see Sarah, to tell her that I was ready, that I wanted this baby, that I wanted us to try again.But all my hopes were crushed the moment I arrived and saw my wife in someone else's arms. My feet felt like they had been nailed to the ground, my breath caught in my throat as I watched her kiss another man.And just like that, the tiny shred of hope I had been holding onto was shattered.She had moved on.She had replaced me.The realization hit me like a freight train, sucking the air from my lungs.I guess he was the reason she no longer wanted to work on our marriage. Or maybe she didn’t want me in her life even if he wasn’t there.

Adrian’s POVBrrrrrringggg…Brrrrrringgggg…The relentless ringing of my phone shattered the silence, piercing through my sleep like an alarm screeching in my ears. My body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion, but the urgent sound forced me to move. Groaning, I reached out blindly, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers finally grasped the device, but by the time I lifted it to my ear, the call had already ended.With a frustrated sigh, I sat up, immediately regretting the sudden movement. A splitting headache slammed into me, a dull, pounding ache that felt like someone hammering inside my skull. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pain, but it only intensified. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment before forcing myself to focus on my phone’s screen.As soon as I saw the notifications, my heart dropped.30 missed calls from Noah.20 missed calls from Dad.7 missed calls from Jessica.What the actual hell?A sinking feeling spread through my chest as I quickly dial