All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sarah POVI leaned into Alessandro, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he wrapped his arm around me. The road ahead was still full of unknowns, but for now, we had this moment, this new beginning. And it was enough.As I looked at our son, I knew that we had chosen the right name. Gabriel Luca would grow up surrounded by love, by the strength of his family, and by the light that his name carried. He would know the complexities of our lives, and the challenges we had faced, but he would also know the power of love, resilience, and new beginnings.With Alessandro by my side and Gabriel Luca in my arms, I felt a deep sense of contentment. We were embarking on a new journey, one that wouldn't be easy, but one that was filled with the promise of hope, love, and light. Together, we would build a future that was worthy of the name we had chosen a future filled with strength and grace, just like our son.Just as I settled back into the embrace of the moment, the door to the hospital room cr

Adrian POVThe drive back to Sarah’s house felt strangely surreal, as though I were watching my own life unfold from a distance rather than living it. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I followed Alessandro’s car, my mind a whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t quite untangle. The reality of everything Gabriel, the fragile truce between Sarah and me, the unspoken tension that lingered between all of us—pressed down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I hadn’t fully processed what it meant to be a father yet, but here I was, stepping into a dynamic where I already felt like I was on the outside looking in.Gabriel Luca. The name rolled in my mind, foreign yet undeniably his. The name of my son, a name I hadn’t had much say in. It was a small but potent reminder of how much had changed, how many decisions had been made without me, and how much of Sarah’s life had continued in my absence. But this wasn’t about me, I reminded myself. This was about Gabriel and the promise I h

Adrian POVAs the night stretched on, I found myself studying Alessandro. The way he moved, the way he interacted with Sarah, the way he seemed so effortlessly in control of every situation. He was composed, unwavering, always knowing exactly what to say. And Sarah… she responded to him in a way that made my stomach churn. The way she looked at him, the way she laughed softly at something he said, it was all too much.Then, a dark thought flickered through my mind—brief but potent.What if he wasn’t here?If Alessandro was gone, would things be different? Would I finally have the chance to rebuild what I had lost with Sarah? Would I finally be able to step into the role of the father I so desperately wanted to be without feeling like I was constantly competing with another man?The thought startled me with its intensity, but it refused to fade. I wasn’t a violent person. I didn’t wish harm on Alessandro. But… what if something happened? What if he simply wasn’t around anymore? Would S

Sarah POVIt's been two weeks since Alessandro left for Italy, and the house feels different without him. The air is quieter, lighter in a way, yet there's an undercurrent of tension that never fully dissipates. Without his presence, the balance I had carefully maintained feels unsettled, as if something vital has been removed, leaving an unfamiliar void. Adrian has been around more often—helpful, attentive, and making a clear effort to insert himself into Gabriel's routine. He volunteers for small tasks without being asked, offers to help with errands, and seems determined to prove his worth as a father.I see it in the way he watches Gabriel, how he adjusts his behavior to make things easier for me, as if he's trying to remind me of the man he used to be or perhaps convince me that he has changed. There is a quiet determination in him now, an unspoken insistence that this—whatever fractured version of a family we have—can work. But I’m not sure it’s that simple.Adrian’s presence is

Sarah POVHis lips brushed against mine softly at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. A part of me knows this is wrong, that this is only going to make everything more complicated. And yet, I don’t pull away fast enough. The warmth of his breath, the familiarity of his touch—it all feels dangerously intoxicating.Before I know it, the kiss deepens. It’s bittersweet, filled with everything he once had and everything he’s lost. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pushing him away weakly, but he instinctively tightens his hold. There’s a desperation in the way his lips move against mine, a plea I don’t want to acknowledge.Reality crashes back in like cold water dousing a fire. I suddenly pull back, breaking the kiss, my chest heaving as guilt and regret flood in. The room is spinning, the weight of what just happened suffocating me.The kiss is over, but the intensity of the mom