All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sarah’s POVHis white shirt hugged his frame perfectly, the sleeves pushed up to reveal strong forearms. The sun caught the golden flecks in his dark eyes, making them sparkle as his gaze locked on me."Hey! What are you doing down here?" I greeted him with a smile, quickening my pace."Hey," he replied, his voice smooth and warm. He opened his arms slightly, and I didn't hesitate to step into the familiar comfort of his embrace. His scent a mix of fresh citrus and wood wrapped around me, making my heart skip a beat."I was just about to head upstairs," he added, his voice a low murmur near my ear."Come on, let's go up. I'm starving," I said playfully, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the entrance.But instead of following, Alessandro planted his feet firmly, pulling me back. My breath hitched as I stumbled slightly, my body colliding against his chest.The sudden proximity sent a jolt through me. His arm steadied me, strong and unwavering."You look absolutely beautiful, Sa

Sarah POVI clutched the medical report in my trembling hands, the word "Pregnant" glaring back at me, refusing to be ignored. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I read the lines over and over again, as though repetition would change the reality staring me in the face.How could this be happening? My mind raced, rewinding to those nights with Adrian. His touch, his whispered promises in moments of passion. The memory was sharp and vivid now, cutting through my shock. He hadn't used protection the last time, and despite my efforts to stay on track with the pills, I must have missed some doses.The realization was a punch to my gut. I had been careless—recklessly so. The weight of that carelessness was now pressing down on me, crushing my breath.A shiver ran through me as I placed a hand over my stomach. An unfamiliar warmth bloomed there, soft yet heavy, the mere thought of a life growing inside me sending a tidal wave of emotions crashing over my fragile defences.I wasn’t rea

My hands were clammy, heart racing as I tried to steady my breathing. Anxiety gnawed at the edges of my resolve, but I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. The truth had to come out. No matter how messy things had become between Adrian and me, this was something he had a right to know.The door creaked open, and I turned to see him entering the room. His tall frame was rigid, and his face carried that familiar cold, bitter expression that had become a permanent fixture between us. But as soon as our eyes met, something shifted. His shoulders relaxed, and his lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.“Hey, wife!” he greeted cheerfully, the forced brightness in his voice striking an odd note. “I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you in the morning before leaving.”Before I could react, he closed the distance between us and pulled me into a firm hug. His cologne was sharp and familiar, stirring a confusing mix of emotions within me. For a moment, I stiffened, instinctively wantin

Sarah POV“Adrian, we can’t be like a normal couple. Not now, not ever in the future,” I said firmly, my voice unwavering despite the tremor building inside me. “I haven’t changed my mind about the divorce. We are getting divorced in a few months.”His expression twisted into a mixture of disbelief and frustration. I could see the words forming on his lips, but I didn’t give him the chance to speak. I pressed on, determined to make my stance crystal clear.“My intention behind telling you about this pregnancy was only because you had the right to know. I thought maybe—just maybe—you could take on the responsibility of being a father and support the baby,” I continued, removing his hands from my shoulders with a deliberate finality. His touch no longer held any power over me.Adrian’s jaw clenched, his voice low and tense. “Sarah, I never said I wouldn’t be there. I will be there for my child, but not right now. I can’t handle this pressure. Try to understand, Sarah. We need to work on

Sarah POVFlashback StartsThat day, like every other, I walked home from school with my head down, trying to drown out the giggles and whispers behind me. Chloe and Jessica were trailing a few steps behind, their high-pitched laughter cutting through the air like knives. I didn’t have to turn around to know they were making fun of me—again.I clenched my fists but kept walking, pretending I couldn’t hear them. Confronting them never did any good. It only made their torment worse.Once I reached home, I hurried past the living room, ignoring the sound of the television and Lisa’s voice in the background. I bolted up the stairs, two at a time, and entered my room, closing the door behind me.Dropping my school bag by the desk, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. My heart sank as my gaze traveled down to my white pants. A large, vivid red stain spread across the back.Panic seized me. What was this? Blood? My hands trembled as I changed out of the pants, pulling down my under