All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sarah POV“No, Adrian, this is wrong,” I cut him off, my voice trembling. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. “This… whatever this is, it can’t happen.”The hurt in his eyes is unmistakable, but I force myself to stand firm. I won’t let this go any further. I can’t.“Adrian, no… this isn’t right,” I say, my voice shaky. I feel like I’ve just crossed a line I can’t uncross, and the weight of that realization hits hard.He’s staring at me with wide eyes, confusion and hurt etched into his expression. “Sarah… I’m sorry, I—”But before he can finish, the sound of the front door opening and closing echoes through the house. My stomach drops as I hear the familiar footsteps coming down the hall.I turn toward the doorway just in time to see Alessandro standing there, his suitcase still in hand, his eyes locked on us.His expression is unreadable—cold, distant, like a mask of carefully controlled restraint. But I can see the flicker of b

Adrian POVI take a deep breath and move toward the stairs, my steps slow and deliberate. I know it's risky, but if I can catch them at the right moment, it could be enough to plant the seed of doubt in Alessandro’s mind. And that’s all I need just a seed, just a whisper of uncertainty that will linger, that will make him question whether Sarah is truly his or if a part of her still belongs to me.I pause at the bottom of the stairs, listening again. Their voices are softer now, but there’s an unmistakable urgency in Sarah’s tone."We can work through this. We've come so far, Alessandro. Please don't let one mistake ruin everything."A plea. A desperate attempt to salvage what she’s afraid of losing.My grip tightens on the railing. I could walk away right now. I could let them have this moment, let them figure things out on their own. But if I do, I risk losing Sarah forever. And I’ve already lost too much.So instead, I start climbing the stairs, careful to make as little noise as p

Adrian POV"It was a huge mistake," she snaps, but there’s something else in her tone something fragile, something uncertain. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, her fingers gripping at the fabric of her sleeves like she’s trying to hold herself together. "Alessandro is... he’s hurt. He thinks this was more than just a moment of weakness."I press my lips together, letting the silence stretch just long enough to give the impression that I’m carefully considering my words. In reality, I already know what I want to say. I have to be subtle and careful, letting the words sink in without making it obvious that I’m trying to plant a seed. Finally, in a quiet, measured voice, I say, "Maybe he doesn’t trust you as much as you thought."The reaction is immediate. Her eyes snap up to meet mine, fire flashing through them. Her posture stiffened, a flicker of defiance crossing her face. "Don't do that, Adrian. Don’t twist this into something it’s not."I raise my hands in a placating ge

Alessandro POV“No, it’s not like that,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “You’re the one I want, Alessandro. You’re the one I care about.”“Then why?” The question leaves my lips before I can stop it. My voice is raw, exposed. “Why did you let him kiss you? Why did you let it get that far?”She looks away, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t know,” she admits, and I can hear the self-loathing in her tone. “It wasn’t right, and I regret it more than you can imagine.”I step back, putting more space between us as if that distance will somehow lessen the pain clawing at my insides. “Maybe I was wrong,” I murmur, almost to myself. “Maybe I was fooling myself into thinking we could build something real.”Sarah’s breath catches, and I see the fear in her eyes. “No,” she says firmly, taking another step forward, her voice breaking. “Don’t say that. We can work through this. We’ve come so far, Alessandro. Please don’t let one mistake ruin everything.”Her desperation tugs at something deep wi

Sarah POVThe morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft, pale glow over the bedroom and bathing everything in a golden hue. The silence in the room is deafening, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the nightstand. I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers clutching the crumpled edge of the sheets as if grounding myself to reality. My head throbs slightly, a dull reminder of the previous night's turmoil. The weight of my emotions sits heavily on my chest, making each breath feel like an effort. My eyes are swollen from the tears I cried myself to sleep with, my mind still tangled in the whirlwind of regret and determination that has kept me restless all night.I blink away the lingering traces of exhaustion, but the ache in my heart remains. Everything feels fragile, as if my relationship with Alessandro is hanging by a single thread, ready to snap at any moment. I can't let that happen. I won't. Not after everything we've been through, not after how much we'v