Sarah POVWe shared a laugh before she hesitated, her tone turning serious. "Listen, before you get madโI need to tell you something. Since Noah is here, heโs staying with me for the weekend."I tilted my head. "So, you wonโt be staying in my suite?"She winced. "I will if you want me to, butโฆ I figured sharing a room with Adrian might be difficult for you."I waved a dismissive hand. "Donโt worry about it. You and Noah deserve some time together. The suite has two separate bedrooms, so Iโll be fine.""Are you sure?" she asked, doubt evident in her voice. "You donโt have to pretend to be his wife anymore, Sarah. The project is done.""We canโt just drop this bomb right now, Ester," I muttered. "Not tonight."She sighed but didnโt argue further. Just then, Noah appeared behind her. "Ladies," he greeted, kissing Esterโs cheek. They looked adorable together."The Resort looks fantastic, Sarah," he said enthusiastically. "I canโt wait to explore more.""Iโm glad you like it," I replied, n
Sarah POVAs I was almost done talking to dozens of people, I felt exhausted and thirsty. The constant mingling and keeping up appearances had drained me. Deciding I needed a break, I made my way to the bar and ordered a soft drink. As much as I would have loved to take a sip of something stronger to calm my nerves, I knew I couldnโt afford to get drunk here. Not only did I need to ensure that this entire event went smoothly, but my condition also forbade me from consuming alcohol.I swirled the ice in my glass absentmindedly while my eyes wandered around the grand hall. The orchestra had shifted to a softer, more sensual tune, and a few couples had already begun swaying on the dance floor. The lights had dimmed slightly, adding to the intimate ambiance of the evening. The sight of elegantly dressed guests twirling gracefully to the music was mesmerizing. For a moment, I allowed myself to admire the scene, momentarily forgetting the chaotic thoughts running through my mind.โMay I hav
Sarahโs POVThe room blurred around me, fading into murmurs and whispers. For onlookers, the scene that had just unfolded might have appeared as an intimate display of affection between a husband and wife, a passionate moment under the dim glow of chandeliers. But in reality, it was far from that.I hated him.Every nerve in my body burned with the desire to slap Adrian across the face, to make him feel even a fraction of the anger and humiliation that boiled inside me. But I knew I couldnโtโnot here, not in front of these people who thrived on gossip and scandal. I had already sacrificed too much for the sake of appearances, and I refused to give them more ammunition to tarnish my name.The pressure of his hands had finally lessened, just enough for me to tear myself from his grasp. My heart pounded against my ribs as I spun on my heel and stormed off the dance floor, my breaths shallow and uneven.As I moved, I caught sight of Ester out of the corner of my eye. Her expression was a m
Sarah POVSarah P.O.V"I see you have already sorted your broken marriage with your husband." A familiar deep voice sliced through the air, making my entire body tense.I froze in my spot, my breath hitching as the voice registered in my mind. Slowly, I lifted my eyes, and even in the dim lighting, I could make out the figure standing a few feet away from me. My heart clenched at the sight of the last person I expected to be here tonight."Alessandro..." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of music and chatter echoing from the ballroom.Because of the low lighting in the hallway, I couldnโt see his expression clearly, but the rigid way he held himself told me everything I needed to knowโhe wasnโt in a good mood. His sharp jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a tight line, and the usual warmth in his hazel eyes had been replaced by a cold, unforgiving glare.Why is he mad now?Did he see what happened on the dance floor?I took a hesitant step forward, the he
Alessandroโs POVI had no idea what drew me down that hallway. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was the way I saw Sarah fleeing the dance floor, her face pale and tight with emotion. But whatever it was, I followed, and I wish I hadnโt.Because nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her pressed against the wall, trembling, eyes red, tears streaking her face.And yet, all I could see was themโAdrian and Sarah, locked in what looked like a kiss. Right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone. As if nothing had changed. It was as if she hadnโt stood in front of me just days ago and said she needed space to think about us.The anger flared intensely and swiftly within my heart. I hoped to find a reason, yet the picture wouldn't fade from my thoughts. The manner in which his hands held her waist. The way her lips had brushed hisโeven if just for a moment.So when my voice broke the silence, low and cold, it wasnโt just anger fueling it.It was heartbreak."I see youโve already
Alessandro POVShe looked at me, broken and outraged, and her tone was colder than I had ever felt. "I believed you were not like the others."The words hit harder than any slap. Because she was right.I had always promised her I wasnโt like the others. That I would listen, that I would trust. But in that moment, I had let her down. And as she turned and walked away without waiting for my response or giving me another chance, I felt everything disintegrate inside me. I longed to cry out her name. To run after her.To apologise. But I didnโt.Because I knew I had just pushed away the only woman I had ever truly loved.And I didnโt know if Iโd ever get her back.Why did I let my pain speak louder than her truth?Why did I doubt the one person who never deserved it?And why, even as she disappeared down the hallway, did it still feel like she was the only real thing I had ever known?Was this how it ended, for real this time? I stayed locked in place, her shape decreasing with every
Sarah POVMy fingers curled around the door handle, but I didnโt push it open. I stood there, staring at the wood, fighting the emotions swirling inside me."You already made your conclusions, Alessandro," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You were supposed to listen to me. But instead, you judged me. You accused me of something without even knowing the full truth."I turned around, my gaze finally meeting his. His eyes, usually so confident and sharp, now looked clouded with regret. The dim lighting of the hallway cast shadows on his face, highlighting the tension in his clenched jaw."Sarah, I was an asshole. I let my insecurities take over," he admitted, running a hand through his jet-black hair. "Seeing you there with himโฆ seeing his hands on you, watching you both kissโGod, it felt like someone ripped my heart out. I thoughtโฆ I thought you still wanted Adrian as your husband, especially after everything with your father."I stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriou
Sarah POVI searched his face, looking for any signs of dishonesty, but all I found was sincerity. His guilt was raw, his regret painfully clear."I trust you, Alessandro," I finally said, my voice steady. "I trust your words, your intentions. But I donโt want our relationship to be affected by our past, by Adrian, by my father, by Chloe. From today, I want us to focus on whatโs ahead, not whatโs behind us."Alessandro looked at me with a mix of disbelief and hope. "Youโre sure? Sarah, I "I cut him off. "I am choosing you, Alessandro. Because I love you. And because I believe that we have something worth fighting for. I know weโve both made mistakes, but I refuse to let those mistakes define us. I want to build something real with you."A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across his lips. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently under my chin, lifting my face toward his. His touch was rough yet warm, familiar yet electrifying."Thank you for believing in me," he murmured, his
Sarah POVI gazed at my reflection in the mirror, wrapped in my robe, with Alessandro's text shining like a ray of hope in my hand."I understand we've had a rough patch. But if you can spare one night, I'd like to attempt to fix things.No expectations. Just you, me, and a little honesty. Iโll be waiting.โMy heart ached. The sincerity in those words hit something raw inside me. I missed him, missed us. Missed the warmth of our mornings, the soft laughter that once filled our home. But pain changes things. Doubt makes strangers of the people you love most.Just then, there was a knock.โCome in,โ I called, not looking up.I recognised the perfume before the door fully opened. Chanel No. 5. Chloe's signature. Of course.She stepped inside like a queen visiting a kingdom she meant to burn down.Silk robe fastened with precision, wine glass clutched like a villain in a sad drama. She always loved to put on a show."Going out tonight?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling as they darted to th
Alessandroโs POVIt had been ten days since we returned from the farmhouse. Ten days since everything unraveled.I sensed Sarah drifting further away from me, bit by bit, like sand slipping through an hourglass.She hadnโt raised her voice. She hadnโt lashed out. But her silence said more than any screaming match could. The way she avoided eye contact. The way her footsteps always trailed toward the guest room instead of ours. The way she smiled politely, but not warmly, when I handed her coffee in the mornings.Iโd made a mistake. A big one.Not because of Mira, not entirely. That chapter of my life had been over years ago. And Miraโs accusations had never made sense to begin with. But I shouldโve told Sarah everything the moment we got serious. I shouldโve trusted her with my truth before someone like Adrian could twist it.God, Adrian.Even now, the thought of his smug face as he dropped that bomb still made my jaw clench. Heโd timed it perfectly right when we were finding peace. W
Adrianโs POVThe city still felt cold, but the chill in my bones had shifted not from warmth, but from purpose. I finally had a plan.I sat at my desk, eyes fixed on Alessandroโs digital trail. His online presence lit up like a roadmapโthreads of the past just waiting to be pulled. But I knew better now. Whispers and half-truths wouldnโt be enough. If I wanted to break them, I needed more than suspicion. I needed leverage. Misdirection.And I needed someone on the inside.Thatโs when it clicked.Chloe.Sarahโs perfect little world had always been cracked at the edges, and Chloe was one of those cracks. They were step-sisters in name, but anyone who spent five minutes with them knew there was no love lost. I remembered the subtle digs Chloe made at family dinners, the way Sarah would force a smile and pretend not to hear. But I heard them. I felt the tension.Chloe didnโt just dislike Sarah, she resented her.That kind of bitterness? It could be moulded. Turned into something useful.I
Sarahโs POV New York Cityโs noise had always been oddly comforting, the honking cabs, distant sirens, and hurried footsteps on pavement. But today, it felt too loud, too sharp, like it was echoing the storm still raging inside me. It had been a week since weโd returned from the farmhouse. Seven days of strained silences, clipped conversations, and the kind of emotional distance I never thought Iโd feel between Alessandro and me. I still hadnโt fully processed everything. I had hardly gotten any sleep. Whenever I shut my eyes, I envisioned the expression on his face as I turned to leave.But how was I meant to simply act as if it never occurred? He had kept something huge from me. Not just about Mira, but about how little he must have trusted meโto think I couldnโt handle the truth, to let someone like Adrian be the one to reveal it. After everything weโd fought for, the secrets still found a way to wedge themselves between us. And it hurt. Today marked my return to the office aft
Alessandroโs POVI stood there, watching the woman I loved crumble in front of me, her eyes scanning that godforsaken document Adrian had handed her like it was a grenade. AAnd maybe it was due to my awareness of the explosion the moment her face shifted from confusion to disbelief to something that scared me more than any anger. Proximity. Although she was merely a few feet distant, it felt as if she stood across a canyon, unreachable. God, I wanted to fix it. But how do you fix something you didnโt even know was still broken?In the past, I thought Iโd buried it. That nightmare with Mira... it had happened years ago, in a life that felt a million miles away from who I am now. I had been young, foolish, and too trusting. I never touched her. I never crossed any line. But when things ended, Mira spiralled. I tried to reason with her, but she twisted everything. She wanted revenge. And she got it in the worst way.I never expected it to follow me here, to this life. This future Iโd bee
Sarah POVA few steps back, I noticed a captain whose face was completely devoid of colour. Words seemed to want to escape from his lips, but they were nowhere to be found.His still figure, rigid and motionless, also changed his hands into fists, which revealed the stress he was holding.This was simply too much to handle. My thoughts were fragmented, unable to reach a coherent conclusion. โDo tell me this isnโt the case,โ I spoke in my flat voice. โPlease tell me this is some unexpected blunder that someone made. That thisโฆ this woman is lying. Alessandro took a slow step toward me, but stopped when he saw me flinch not in fear, but in raw emotional recoil. That hurt in a way I couldnโt describe.The reflection of his features contorted with agony. "Sarah," a soft admission escaped as his throat felt like it was choked with raw feelings. โThat's not the case.โWe were close once, back in college. Yes, we dated for a few months, but when things didnโt work out, she didnโt take
Sarahโs POVThe paper trembled a little in my hands as if it knew what it held was too much for me to handle, and I stood motionless. My breath became trapped in my chest, in that agonising space where heartbreak and incredulity collide. I read it again, slower this time, praying Iโd misunderstood. But every word sank deeper, each one a blow I hadnโt been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. Alessandroโs nameโฆ tied to it.I looked up at himโthe man I had let into every part of my life. My heart, my home, Gabrielโs world. The man whoโd been my safe place after everything fell apartโฆ was Alessandro. The person I trusted with my son, my recovery, and dreams I was hardly brave enough to share aloud.His gaze was directed towards the ground, pale, and his lips parted open like he was contemplating speech, but the words were not forthcoming. The tension was evident as he held up his arms and kept his fists in place, trying to conceal the strain. I couldn't take it in. Non
Sarahโs POV As I packed the last of Gabriel's small sweaters into his duffel bag, the late afternoon sun spilled gentle light into the room. I smiled as the fresh laundry's lavender scent clung to the fabric. Heโd had such a beautiful time here. We all had. For the first time in weeks, things had feltโฆ steady. Like the ground beneath my feet wasnโt constantly shifting. I glanced over my shoulder at Alessandro and Gabriel outside. Before we left the farmhouse, Alessandro had Gabriel sitting on his shoulders as they took a final stroll around the garden. The pure and contagious sound of Gabriel's laughter filled the air. A reminder that love wasnโt always about fireworks and chaos. Sometimes, it was about the way Alessandro always remembered how I took my coffee, or how he brushed Gabrielโs hair back before bed like it was second nature. It was safe. It was deep. Seeing them together made my heart feel full. It reminded me of the life I've always dreamed ofโsomething genuine, cozy,
Adrianโs POVThe sun was slipping from the sky, casting a mellow light across the land; it felt like a reprieve. I stood in the hallway in my guest-sisterโs room, peering through a silken curtain at them. Sarah, Alessandro and Gabriel had gone into the garden for a final evening together. To an outsider, it must have seemed like bliss โ that scene of a perfect family.I couldnโt bear it.Alessandro was chasing Gabriel around the wildflower patch while he was laughing loudly and freely. He then effortlessly caught him again after swooping him into his arms and throwing him into the air. Gabriel's laughter reached me exactly where I was standing, resonating through the silence of the area. And then I saw itโthe way Gabriel looked at Alessandro. Eyes wide with trust, with adoration. As if he were the safest place in the world.As if he were the father.Not me.A pain that was a mix of heartbreak, rage, and jealousy twisted sharply in my chest. I was descended from Gabriel. My son. Nevert