All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sarah P.O.VThe pounding in my head continued a relentless, unforgiving rhythm that made every thought feel sluggish and distant. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton as I forced them open slightly. The dim light in the room barely illuminated my surroundings, but even in my disoriented state, I knew something was wrong.I tried to move, but a sharp, searing pain shot through my body, rendering my limbs weak and useless. My breath hitched, panic spreading through me like wildfire. I was still in my work clothes, the fabric wrinkled and slightly damp from sweat. That detail alone should have reassured me, but it didn’t.Because this wasn’t my room.My heart pounded against my ribs, and my fingers clenched the sheets beneath me. The walls dark, almost suffocating stood in stark contrast to my usual bright, open spaces. I scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. My mind reeled as a sense of utter wrongness settled into my bones.Where the hell wa

Sarah POVAlessandro exhaled sharply but nodded. He took out his phone and made a call. A few minutes later, his driver informed him the car was ready.As I walked past him, he grabbed me one last time, his forehead pressing against mine. “Please,” he whispered, “don’t shut me out completely.”I pulled away, forcing myself not to look back.I stepped outside, sliding into the waiting car. As we drove away, I caught one last glimpse of Alessandro standing in the doorway, his gaze locked onto mine until I disappeared from his sight.I turned away, staring out into the dark streets.I didn’t know what hurt more—the betrayal, or the fact that despite it all, a part of me still loved him.______________________________________________________________________________"Your reports seem pretty good compared to your last visit, Mrs. Parker," Dr. Annita said while scribbling something on her notepad."Thank you, doctor. I hope my baby is healthy and fine?" I asked, placing my hands protectivel

Sarah POVWhile Adrian's personal assistant discussed a few points from Parker's side, I could hardly process any of his words. The constant tickling sensation on my skin made it nearly impossible to focus. Adrian's fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along my thigh, sending unwanted shivers up my spine.No one could see what was happening under the table. Adrian and I were the only ones seated on this side, away from prying eyes. I tried to keep my movements to a minimum, terrified that any shift in position would expose more than I intended. My skirt had already ridden up dangerously high, and I knew that one wrong move could give Adrian a perfect view of my lingerie.The torture seemed to last forever. Every second beside him was suffocating. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meeting concluded. I exhaled in relief as the event details were finalized, and people began gathering their things to leave the room.I remained seated, bidding farewell to everyone as they

Sarah P.O.VToday was the day when everything was finally going to be over. The suffering, the endless nights of discomfort, the suffocating weight of a marriage that had been nothing but a prison—it would all come to an end. A part of me had been waiting for this day for so long that it almost felt unreal. The Resort’s grand opening marked the final milestone of the project I had dedicated myself to for months. Once tonight was over, once the last guest had left, and the doors officially opened for business, I would be free—free from Adrian, free from this marriage, free to file for divorce and finally move on with my life.What the future held for me was still uncertain, and if I were being completely honest, that scared me more than I wanted to admit. But for now, my priority was my baby. My precious child, the one anchor in my life that kept me grounded amidst all the chaos. Everything I had endured, every sacrifice I had made, had been for my baby. And soon, I would be able to gi

Sarah POVOnce I was inside the car, I texted Ester, informing her that I was on my way to the venue.After 25 minutes, I was still inside the moving car. The Resort was situated on the outskirts of New York, making it the perfect retreat—a serene and luxurious escape from the city’s chaos, yet still accessible.A few minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a grand gate. The entire property was bathed in a warm glow, with fairy lights draped over the trees and delicate floral arrangements lining the pathways. The sight was breathtaking.As the driver slowed to a stop at the entrance porch, I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. The enormity of the night hit me. The opening of The Resort signified more than just professional success; it marked the beginning of my freedom.Carefully, I stepped out of the car. The melody of soft classical music echoed in the background. I straightened my dress, ensuring the train was in place, and made my way towards the main entrance. The gua