All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Sarah P.O.VAfter a MonthI tossed restlessly in my bed; it was almost four in the morning, and I hadn't been able to sleep the whole night. Today, I would be exchanging wedding vows with Adrian, and I was extremely nervous.Time certainly flies. It has been almost a month since the wedding was announced and since I last saw Adrian at that party. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again, but I hoped to at least meet him and clear up our misunderstandings. We might as well be friends for the sake of this marriage.Additionally, I had been so busy managing the company affairs that I hardly had any time to talk to him or meet him. Over the past few years, my father seemed to have done everything possible to ruin Amario Enterprises. I bet if Grandpa hadn't suggested the merger, the company would have gone bankrupt within a year or two. The entire month had passed in sorting out the company issues.On a brighter note, Ester had finally moved to NYC. I offered her a position in my compa

We decided to take a short break, and everyone left the room to get coffee, except for me, Sarah, Noah, and Sarah's assistant, Ester. Sarah, as always, was focused on her work, discussing some papers with Ester at the far end of the room. The quiet buzz of their conversation was the only sound in the large, otherwise empty boardroom. I glanced at Noah, who was scrolling through his phone, his coffee cup untouched in front of him.The faint sound of a knock at the door broke the silence. I turned to see my secretary standing there, her expression neutral but professional. "Sir, Mr. Morgan is here to see you," she informed me."Please send him in," I replied, wondering briefly what had brought Justin here today. Moments later, Justin walked into the boardroom with his usual confident stride."Hey, Adrian! Hey, Noah!" he greeted, flashing his characteristic grin. He dropped into the chair next to Noah, but his attention quickly shifted across the room. His expression changed subtly as hi

Sarah POVGiven my distressing situation, I expected Adrian to intervene or at least inquire about what was happening. Instead, he slammed the door shut and left us there without a word.Why had I expected him to help me? He wouldn't, Sarah. He never had and never would.I refocused on Justin before he could attack me again. My clenched fist connected with his face, and he stumbled backward, clutching his nose. His eyes blazed with a mix of shock and anger as he quickly regained his stance."What the hell, Sarah?!" he shouted, blood trickling from his nose.Without wasting a second, I pushed him again, my palm striking below his right eye. As he reeled from the blow, I delivered a sharp knee to his groin. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his face and abdomen."If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will file a harassment complaint against you," I warned, adjusting my disheveled clothes. My voice was steady, but inside, I was trembling. I c

Adrian P.O.VSince it was Sunday, I decided to visit Jessica's apartment, hoping to meet and talk with her. I quickly got ready, grabbed my car keys, and headed out. As I passed Sarah's room, her voice stopped me in my tracks:"Of course, I love you. My marriage with Adrian won't affect our relationship. We can still spend time together like we did yesterday. Let me know the place and time; I'll be there," she said.Her tone was sweet and conspiratorial, a stark contrast to the innocent facade she wore around me. My blood boiled as the implications of her words sank in. It didn’t take much effort to guess she was talking to her lover on the phone.I clenched my fists, furious. She was out there, whoring around while I had foolishly trusted her words. My mind raced with images of her betrayal, each one more infuriating than the last.It’s time to teach her a lesson.Without thinking twice, I opened the door and stormed into her room.Sarah gasped, her face paling as she saw me. She imm

Sarah POVThe warm water, laced with lavender and sea salt, had finally begun to soothe the tremors that had wracked my body. My tears, a bitter salt solution that mirrored the bathwater, had long since subsided. I traced the slick porcelain with my fingertips, a silent goodbye to the swirling emotions I had just released. Stepping out of the tub, a chilled shiver ran down my spine, a stark contrast to the steamy cocoon I had just left. Water beaded on my skin, reflecting the soft light of the bathroom, a canvas of tiny, glistening diamonds. I reached for my oversized, cotton shirt, the one I used as a shield, a comfortable cocoon, but my gaze snagged on my reflection in the mirror.The woman staring back wasn’t the girl who used to cower beneath the weight of her father’s harsh words and Lisa and Chloe's physical assaults. My shoulders were broader now, my posture straighter, a testament to the disciplined workouts I had adopted. My arms, once thin and perpetually bruised, held a qui