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 POVHe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "For me, intimacy isnโt just about sex. Itโs about something deeper. Itโs about truly understanding each other, about trust, about seeing into each otherโs souls. I donโt just want to sleep with you, Sarah. I want to be the reason for your happiness. I want to be the one who makes you smile, who brings you flowers, who holds you when youโre sad."I swallowed, my heart swelling at his words."I want you to be sure about us before we take the next step," he continued. "Because if I let myself go nowโฆ I wonโt be able to stop."Tears pricked my eyes, but for the first time in a long time, they werenโt tears of sadness."Trust me, Alessandro," I whispered. "Iโve never been more sure about anything in my life."I moved closer, feeling the space between us dissolve.This time, I knew I was exactly where I belonged.Without thinking further, I leaned forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed my lips against his. The moment our l
Sarahโs POVThe days began to blur again, not in the same dull ache that followed Alessandroโs departure, but in the quiet, strange rhythm of something new, unfamiliar. Or perhaps something Iโd tried to avoid naming.Adrian was around more often now. Not in a way that felt suffocating, not overt or insistent. Just there. Like a lamp quietly turned on in the corner of a dim room, steady, unremarkable at first, but always present, always warming some small patch of your shadow.He had started picking up on our routines, filling in the silences Alessandro had left behind. Gabriel laughed more when he was around. That squealing, hiccup-laced giggle spilt from his tiny chest when Adrian made ridiculous faces or sang off-key versions of nursery rhymes.I watched them one afternoon. Adrian gently bounced him on one knee while Gabriel reached for his nose with sticky hands.โYouโre a menace,โ Adrian chuckled, catching his hands midair and kissing his forehead. โTiny, adorable menace.โI smile
Adrianโs POVIt was all starting to fall into place.I could see it every hesitant smile Sarah offered, every time her shoulders relaxed just a little when I walked into the room. The way Gabriel cooed when he saw me, his tiny arms stretching out like he knew exactly where he wanted to be. He was still calling Alessandro โDa-da,โ but even that was fading. Soon, that name would mean nothing to him. Soon, heโd forget the man who walked away.And then, it would be me. Just me.I hadnโt needed to lift a finger to break them apart. Alessandro did that all on his own. All I had to do was wait watch him get sloppy, arrogant, careless. And Mira? She was the perfect tool. A beautiful, broken mess with just enough resentment left in her to be useful.He thought he could run with her, escape the mess, and start fresh.But I had plans of my own.Tonight, I was meeting Mira again. Same hotel, same room. She liked the sense of secrecyโliked the way I fed her ego, told her she was โpowerful,โ โdange
Sarah's POVThree days had already passed since Alessandro requested space, and every hour seemed like an eternity.I made an effort to keep myself occupied. I plunged myself in work as the sole thing keeping me grounded in realityโemails, meetings, tasks that I used to outsource once occupied my focus. None of them filled the void in my chest. None of them filled the hollowness in my chest.Because when nighttime came, when the world outside hushed and vanished, when the babe finally slept in his crib, Alessandro's words rang louder than anything else:"I believe that we should take a pause."He hadn't given an explanation. He didn't have to, not after what I'd witnessed that nightโhim, dashing out of the building, with Mira. No explanation, no defense, just silence and that bomb he'd dropped in three in the morning, as I sat waiting on the couch for the candles to burn down.I'd not heard from him since.He hadn't even inquired after Gabriel.And thatโฆ that's the bit that used to ke
Sarahโs POVI didnโt sleep.Not even close.I sat curled up on the couch for hours, the meal Marta had purchased crumpled beside me like an abandoned dream.Every sound outsideโthe wind striking the windows, a distant siren, the quiet buzz of passing carsโmade my heart race with eagerness.I kept thinking Iโd imagined it. Mira. The way he left. The way my name never seemed to matter in that moment.I had tried not to check the time.But by 2:57 a.m., it was impossible not to notice the cold space beside me on the couch.I hadnโt moved from that spot. Didnโt bother to change. Then I heard the sound.The front door creaked open with the quiet care of someone attempting not to be heard. Footsteps followed, slow and deliberate, as if he were entering a chamber full of ghosts.I stood up before I even thought about it.And there he was.Alessandro.He looked exhausted eyes hollow, jaw tight, the jacket heโd rushed out in now draped over one shoulder. The top two buttons of his shirt were
Sarahโs POV I sat in the office long after Chloe had gone, staring at the open closet, the dress Iโd pulled out earlier still hanging limply from the hook.I hated that she got to me. I hated that her words had slithered into my thoughts, muddying everything Alessandro and I had built.But I hated even more how uncertain I felt. How easily the doubt crept in, no matter how hard I tried to shove it away.Still, Alessandroโs message echoed louder than Chloeโs venom.โNo expectations. Just you, me, and a little honesty.โHonesty. That was what I wanted more than anything else. If there was truth left between us, I wanted to see it in his eyes, not through whispered accusations or cryptic proofs.I got up to return home, I quickly packed up my things and called the driver. The driver pulled up outside our building just as the streetlights began to glow amber in the dusk. My fingers fidgeted in my lap. I imagined him lighting the candles, smoothing his hair, maybe even practising what he
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