All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sarah POVIt didn’t take me another second to realize what Adrian was insinuating. His eyes burned with anger, his jaw clenched tightly as if he were barely holding himself together.“It’s not what you think, Adrian,” I said firmly, refusing to let his accusations unsettle me. “And anyway, this shouldn’t concern you.”He took a step closer, his voice laced with venom. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Sarah. Fck these papers, you’re coming with me. I can’t risk my reputation by leaving you here while you whre yourself out to random men.”I felt my stomach twist at his cruel words, but I refused to let him see my hurt. I met his glare head-on, refusing to back down. “Adrian, don’t create a scene here. I am not sleeping with anyone. Even if I were, you have no right to question me. Just sign the damn papers and be done with it.”For a moment, he didn’t respond. He just stared at me, his grey eyes stormy with unspoken emotions. Then, with a bitter laugh, he snatched the papers off the table. “Y

Sarah POVI couldn't hold myself back. So I asked you out for dinner, hoping to know you better.When you declined my invitation without a second thought, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you. My curiosity only deepened, so I started observing you again. Soon, I discovered the truth—that you were already married to Adrian Parker. But it didn’t take me long to see through the facade of your marriage.Alessandro’s voice was calm yet firm, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. He reached into the pocket of his dark coat and pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a swift movement of his thumb before turning the screen toward me.My breath hitched as my eyes landed on the pictures displayed before me. A cold, sinking sensation spread through my chest. There were several images—Adrian and Jessica at a restaurant, their heads leaned in close as if engaged in an intimate conversation. Another photo captured them at a shopping mall, walking side by side, Jessica’s hand lightly brushing

Adrian P.O.VIt’s been six days since Sarah left the mansion. Even though I now have everything I ever wished for, it feels as if something is still missing. Today, I have Jessica with me, and soon I will be a father. Sarah has chosen to leave my life, but still, I’m not happy. Her absence is affecting me more than I expected.You're missing her, Adrian.Accept that.I know I never truly wanted Sarah. Our marriage was a business arrangement, a decision I made for the sake of my company. And when she was here, I didn’t waste any opportunity to humiliate or belittle her. I wanted her to feel the same pain I endured being separated from Jessica. I made her life miserable, hoping it would bring me satisfaction. But when she finally left, I thought I’d reclaim my happiness with Jessica and start the family I always dreamed of. Yet, why am I not satisfied? Why does my heart feel so empty?Why is Sarah on my mind 24/7?Why do I see Sarah’s face whenever I close my eyes?Why do I hear her voi

Adrian POVIt was early morning, and the golden hues of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. I stood by the wardrobe, adjusting my tie, my gaze drifting to Jessica. She lay sprawled across the bed, her golden hair tousled on the pillow, breathing softly in her peaceful sleep. I felt a pang of guilt mixed with affection. She looked so serene, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing within me.I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. "I'll see you later, love," I whispered before straightening up and heading downstairs.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me as I stepped into the kitchen. Memories hit me unexpectedly memories of Sarah bustling around this very kitchen, her hair tied up messily, a faint smile on her lips as she prepared breakfast. No matter how strained things had been between us, she had never missed a morning meal. Her pancakes were unparalleled, and even now, my taste

Adrian POVShe looked down at the shirt, her expression carefully neutral. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and that only made my thoughts spiral further. My mind raced, grasping at every possible explanation for why she was wearing it.Maybe she just likes wearing men's shirts.Or perhaps it’s some new fashion trend I’m unaware of.But none of those possibilities made sense to me. Not with Sarah. Not with the past we shared.Her voice broke through my chaotic thoughts, soft yet firm, carrying an undertone of finality. "Adrian, just sign the papers and leave."There was a weariness in her words, almost as if she were pleading to avoid another conflict. For a fleeting moment, I considered doing just that signing the damn papers, walking away, and freeing both of us from this endless tug-of-war.It shouldn't matter to me anymore. Her personal life was no longer my concern.I picked up the pen, ready to scrawl my signature and be done with it when I caught movement from the corner