Sarah POVAlessandro, ever the composed strategist, leaned forward, his tone firm yet fair. "We believe in giving people a chance to change," he said. "But actions speak louder than words, Adrian. If youโre serious about this, you need to prove it through consistent effort, not just promises."Adrian nodded vigorously. "I understand. Iโll attend the parenting classes, Iโll be present for my child I wonโt let you down."At this, Mr. Thompson, who had been quietly taking notes, spoke up. "Itโs crucial that we set up regular check-ins to ensure everything is progressing smoothly. These can be in-person meetings or video calls, depending on what works best for everyone involved.""Thatโs a great idea," Adrianโs mother agreed. "It will keep things on track and help hold everyone accountable."A sense of cautious relief settled over me. While this conversation didnโt solve everything, it was a step in the right direction. "Thank you, everyone," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "This mea
Adrian's POVI closed the door to Sarah's room quietly, the weight of our conversation lingering in my mind. The tension still clung to my skin, making every breath feel heavier. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing faintly against the wooden floor. The house was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the lamps, casting long shadows that flickered like ghosts of our past. I paused for a moment, glancing at the framed pictures on the wallโsnapshots of a life I had taken for granted. Pictures of Sarah and me from when we were still happy, our smiles unburdened, our hands intertwined without hesitation.As I neared the living room, I found my parents sitting in their usual spots, their faces lined with the weariness of people who had seen too much. My mother looked up first, her gentle eyes searching mine."Adrian," she called softly, beckoning me over. "How did it go?"I took a deep breath, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to shake off the weight pressing on my shoul
Adrian POVThe next morning, I forced myself out of bed early. It was still dark outside, the air thick with the quiet stillness that comes before dawn. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly as I pushed off the covers. My body protested the early hour, but I ignored the stiffness in my limbs. I needed to start fresh. I laced up my running shoes, tightening them more than necessary, as if grounding myself physically could help settle my restless mind.Stepping outside, the crisp morning air wrapped around me, sharp and invigorating. The sky remained a deep indigo, the horizon barely hinting at the first signs of daylight. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs before setting off at a steady pace. My feet hit the pavement in rhythmic succession, the soft thud matching the steady beat of my heart. Running had become my sanctuary, the only time my mind wasnโt cluttered with regrets and unspoken words. The air felt fresh against my skin, and for a brief moment, I let the motion car
Adrian POVIn the afternoon, I visited a bookstore, drawn to the parenting and self-improvement section. The shelves were lined with books filled with advice on raising children, repairing broken relationships, and becoming a better person. I ran my fingers over the spines, feeling the weight of my choices pressing down on me. After some deliberation, I picked up a few books on parenting and relationships, determined to educate myself on what it truly meant to be a responsible father and a better man.As I stood in line to pay, I glanced around the store. My eyes landed on a father sitting in one of the reading nooks with his young daughter perched on his lap. They were both laughing at something on his phone, their bond so evident and pure. A pang of longing hit me like a punch to the gut, but it was quickly replaced by determination. I wanted that with my child. I wanted to be the kind of father who could create those moments of happiness and security. But first, I needed to prove t
Adrian POVI closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to silence the torment in my mind. But the silence of my apartment only amplified my thoughts. Every corner of this place felt suffocating, a prison of my own making. Once, it had been filled with laughter and warmth. Now, it was a hollow space, echoing with the consequences of my actions.I shook my head, forcing myself to stand. I refused to let the past define me. Those were the actions of a man I no longer wanted to be. The guilt and shame were painful, but they served as a reminderโchange was necessary. It wasnโt going to be easy, and there would be moments where I'd be tempted to fall back into old patterns, but I had to stay strong. I owed it to Sarah, to my child, and most of all, to myself.As I lay in bed that night, I reflected on the day. It was the beginning of a long journey, but for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful. I knew I had a lot to make up for, but I was ready to put in the work. For Sarah, f
Adrian POVOne evening, as I was preparing dinner, the aroma of sautรฉed garlic and onions filled my small apartment. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables on the cutting board was the only sound until my phone buzzed on the counter. Wiping my hands on a kitchen towel, I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Sarahโs name on the screen.Thank you for the suggestions. Would you like to come for my doctorโs visit this weekend for the ultrasound?I read the message twice, the weight of her words settling deep in my chest. An invitation. A chance to be there. It was a moment I had desperately longed for but feared I might never get. Attending the ultrasound meant stepping into a responsibility I had struggled to fully grasp before, but I knewโI couldn't afford to mess this up.That weekend, the hospital was busier than I had expected. The scent of antiseptic and the hushed conversations of people in the waiting area made my stomach churn with nervous anticipation. My hands felt cla
Adrian POVOver the next few weeks, I immersed myself in work, peeling back the layers of my past and confronting the demons that had led me down such a destructive path. Dr. Evans helped me navigate through the guilt and shame, encouraging me to understand the roots of my behavior."Adrian," she said during one session, "acknowledging your mistakes is an important step. But true redemption comes from consistent actions and genuine change."Her words stayed with me. I couldn't undo the past, but I could shape the future. Each day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I continued my morning runs, the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the pavement a form of meditation, clearing my mind and strengthening my resolve.I also started working on new projects that our company had signed, focusing primarily on the new architecture plans. These projects required a blend of creativity, precision, and forward-thinkingโqualities I was eager to channel into something constructive. It was an opp
Adrian POVShe looked at me, her eyes searching mine. "I appreciate that, Adrian. It's going to take time, but I'm willing to try. We both need to do what's best for our baby."I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. "I understand. Thank you for giving me this chance."When Alessandro returned, the class resumed, and I did my best to stay focused. As the session ended, I felt a sense of accomplishment. We had taken another small step forward, and despite my jealousy, I was determined to keep moving in the right direction.That night, as I lay in bed, I reflected on the day. It was a reminder of the challenges ahead but also of the progress we were making. I knew I had to keep working on myself, to confront my insecurities and continue proving that I was capable of change.The next few weeks followed a similar pattern. I balanced work, therapy, and my efforts to rebuild my relationship with Sarah. Each day presented new challenges but also new opportunities for growth. My jealousy of Ales
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