Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Sarah POVAlessandro, ever the composed strategist, leaned forward, his tone firm yet fair. "We believe in giving people a chance to change," he said. "But actions speak louder than words, Adrian. If you’re serious about this, you need to prove it through consistent effort, not just promises."Adrian nodded vigorously. "I understand. I’ll attend the parenting classes, I’ll be present for my child I won’t let you down."At this, Mr. Thompson, who had been quietly taking notes, spoke up. "It’s crucial that we set up regular check-ins to ensure everything is progressing smoothly. These can be in-person meetings or video calls, depending on what works best for everyone involved.""That’s a great idea," Adrian’s mother agreed. "It will keep things on track and help hold everyone accountable."A sense of cautious relief settled over me. While this conversation didn’t solve everything, it was a step in the right direction. "Thank you, everyone," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "This mea

Adrian POVThe next morning, I forced myself out of bed early. It was still dark outside, the air thick with the quiet stillness that comes before dawn. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I pushed off the covers. My body protested the early hour, but I ignored the stiffness in my limbs. I needed to start fresh. I laced up my running shoes, tightening them more than necessary, as if grounding myself physically could help settle my restless mind.Stepping outside, the crisp morning air wrapped around me, sharp and invigorating. The sky remained a deep indigo, the horizon barely hinting at the first signs of daylight. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs before setting off at a steady pace. My feet hit the pavement in rhythmic succession, the soft thud matching the steady beat of my heart. Running had become my sanctuary, the only time my mind wasn’t cluttered with regrets and unspoken words. The air felt fresh against my skin, and for a brief moment, I let the motion car

Adrian POVI closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to silence the torment in my mind. But the silence of my apartment only amplified my thoughts. Every corner of this place felt suffocating, a prison of my own making. Once, it had been filled with laughter and warmth. Now, it was a hollow space, echoing with the consequences of my actions.I shook my head, forcing myself to stand. I refused to let the past define me. Those were the actions of a man I no longer wanted to be. The guilt and shame were painful, but they served as a reminder—change was necessary. It wasn’t going to be easy, and there would be moments where I'd be tempted to fall back into old patterns, but I had to stay strong. I owed it to Sarah, to my child, and most of all, to myself.As I lay in bed that night, I reflected on the day. It was the beginning of a long journey, but for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful. I knew I had a lot to make up for, but I was ready to put in the work. For Sarah, f

Adrian POVOver the next few weeks, I immersed myself in work, peeling back the layers of my past and confronting the demons that had led me down such a destructive path. Dr. Evans helped me navigate through the guilt and shame, encouraging me to understand the roots of my behavior."Adrian," she said during one session, "acknowledging your mistakes is an important step. But true redemption comes from consistent actions and genuine change."Her words stayed with me. I couldn't undo the past, but I could shape the future. Each day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I continued my morning runs, the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the pavement a form of meditation, clearing my mind and strengthening my resolve.I also started working on new projects that our company had signed, focusing primarily on the new architecture plans. These projects required a blend of creativity, precision, and forward-thinking—qualities I was eager to channel into something constructive. It was an opp

Adrian POVThe following weeks were a mix of highs and lows. I continued to be involved in Sarah's pregnancy, attending appointments and helping with preparations for the baby's arrival. Each moment spent with her was a bittersweet reminder of what we once had and what we were trying to rebuild. But each time I saw Alessandro with Sarah, the jealousy flared up, burning through my resolve. I fought to keep it in check, reminding myself that my focus should be on Sarah and our child, not my insecurities.One evening, Sarah invited me over for dinner to discuss some final details about the custody arrangement. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, preparing myself for whatever emotions the night might bring. As I stepped inside, the warm aroma of home-cooked food filled the air. Alessandro was already in the kitchen, helping Sarah set the table, his movements graceful and natural. He moved with an ease that made it clear he belonged there, and for a brief moment, I felt like