Adrian POV The ride back to Sarah's house seemed almost unreal, as if I was sitting in my own life watching it happen rather than participating in it. My steering wheel grip tightened as I trailed Alessandro's car, my thoughts a vortex of feelings I couldn't quite disentangle. The sheer immediacy of it all everything Gabriel, Sarah and me's tentative peace, the unspoken uneasiness between all of us wedged in my chest, suffocating me. I still had yet to come to terms with what it meant to be a dad, yet here I was, moving into a dynamic where I was somehow already on the periphery of it all. Gabriel Luca. The sound of it echoed in my head, unfamiliar yet unmistakably his. My son's name, one that I had had little choice in. It was a tiny, powerful reminder of how much had happened, how many choices had been made without me, and how much of Sarah's life had gone on without me while I was gone. But it wasn't about me, I told myself. It was about Gabriel and the vow I had made to be ther
Adrian POV I looked over at Alessandro, standing next to the bassinet, his eyes fixed exclusively on Gabriel. There was something in his gaze, something steady and unbreakable, that curled my stomach. His presence, his serene confidence—it was infuriating. He was always composed, always steady, as if all of this meant nothing to him. As if he had somehow claimed his position in Sarah and Gabriel's life, while I was still trying to find my own. As night wore on, the pressure in my chest felt increasingly oppressive. Each look that passed between Alessandro and Sarah, each soft caress between them, was like a knife digging further into the wounds that had yet to heal. Each time Alessandro leaned to tend to Gabriel or stroked his hand across Sarah’s back in gentle reassurance, it was a reminder of all that I had lost. Of all that I was never going to get back. A reminder that despite everything I wanted, despite every desperate yearning, I was never going to be the one that Sarah reac
Adrian POVAs the night passed, my attention remained fixed on Alessandro. His easy confidence, the way he interacted with Sarah, and the seeming ease with which he controlled her were all sources of persistent, subtle anguish. Sarah's replies to him felt like a real agony in my belly. The soft curve of her smile at his words, the way her eyes lingered on him – it was all too much to bear.A dark flicker, brief yet intense, crossed my mind.What if he wasn’t here?If Alessandro were gone, would the landscape shift? Would I finally have a chance to mend the fractured pieces of my relationship with Sarah? Could I finally step into the role of father I yearned for without this constant feeling of being second best?The thought’s starkness startled me, but it stubbornly lingered. I wasn’t a man of violence; I didn’t wish him harm. But… what if things simply changed? What if he was no longer in the picture? Would Sarah then turn to me? Would she finally see the man I wanted to be for he
Adrian POVAs the evening wore on, I found myself retreating into my thoughts, the noise of their conversation fading into the background. I watched the way Alessandro interacted with Sarah, the way she responded to him, and the anger inside me began to fester again. It was like they had their own language, a shorthand that I couldn't break into. Every laugh, every shared glance, was another reminder of how far I had fallen in Sarah's eyes.When Alessandro got up to leave, saying he had some work to catch up on at home, I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread. Relief that he was leaving, giving me some space, but dreaded the thought of being alone with Sarah, knowing that I couldn't compete with the image of him that was so clearly etched in her mind."I'll see you tomorrow," Alessandro said to Sarah, his voice low and affectionate. Then he turned to me, giving me a nod that felt almost condescending. "Adrian.""Yeah," I replied, barely able to muster a civil tone. I watched him
Sarah POVIt's been two weeks since Alessandro left for Italy, and the house feels different without him. The air is quieter, lighter in a way, yet there's an undercurrent of tension that never fully dissipates. Without his presence, the balance I had carefully maintained feels unsettled, as if something vital has been removed, leaving an unfamiliar void. Adrian has been around more often—helpful, attentive, and making a clear effort to insert himself into Gabriel's routine. He volunteers for small tasks without being asked, offers to help with errands, and seems determined to prove his worth as a father.I see it in the way he watches Gabriel, how he adjusts his behavior to make things easier for me, as if he's trying to remind me of the man he used to be or perhaps convince me that he has changed. There is a quiet determination in him now, an unspoken insistence that this—whatever fractured version of a family we have—can work. But I’m not sure it’s that simple.Adrian’s presence is
Sarah POVThat evening, after Gabriel is asleep and the house is filled with the soft hum of nighttime silence, Adrian and I find ourselves sitting on the couch together. A comfortable distance separates us, yet the air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken words. The television is on, but neither of us is paying attention. It feels like we’re waiting waiting for the conversation we’ve been skirting around ever since Alessandro left.The silence stretches between us, thick and expectant. Finally, I gather the courage to speak, breaking the tension that lingers like a ghost in the room."You've been great with Gabriel," I say softly, my voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "He's lucky to have you."Adrian's eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I see something in them that catches me off guard vulnerability, raw and unfiltered. He shifts slightly, exhaling as though summoning the strength to say what’s been on his mind for weeks."I just want to be the dad he deserves," he say
Sarah POVHis lips brushed against mine softly at first, hesitant, as if testing the waters. A part of me knows this is wrong, that this is only going to make everything more complicated. And yet, I don’t pull away fast enough. The warmth of his breath, the familiarity of his touch—it all feels dangerously intoxicating.Before I know it, the kiss deepens. It’s bittersweet, filled with everything he once had and everything he’s lost. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. My hands find their way to his shoulders, pushing him away weakly, but he instinctively tightens his hold. There’s a desperation in the way his lips move against mine, a plea I don’t want to acknowledge.Reality crashes back in like cold water dousing a fire. I suddenly pull back, breaking the kiss, my chest heaving as guilt and regret flood in. The room is spinning, the weight of what just happened suffocating me.The kiss is over, but the intensity of the mom
Sarah POV“No, Adrian, this is wrong,” I cut him off, my voice trembling. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. “This… whatever this is, it can’t happen.”The hurt in his eyes is unmistakable, but I force myself to stand firm. I won’t let this go any further. I can’t.“Adrian, no… this isn’t right,” I say, my voice shaky. I feel like I’ve just crossed a line I can’t uncross, and the weight of that realization hits hard.He’s staring at me with wide eyes, confusion and hurt etched into his expression. “Sarah… I’m sorry, I—”But before he can finish, the sound of the front door opening and closing echoes through the house. My stomach drops as I hear the familiar footsteps coming down the hall.I turn toward the doorway just in time to see Alessandro standing there, his suitcase still in hand, his eyes locked on us.His expression is unreadable—cold, distant, like a mask of carefully controlled restraint. But I can see the flicker of b
Sarah’s POVTwo months.That’s how long it had been since I last saw Alessandro.Since he walked out of our home, our life, without a proper explanation leaving me clutching my heart and wondering what went wrong.Since then, I’d buried myself in work, in routines, in the safety of the walls I built around myself.Adrian had been there, yes. Always helpful, always present, always offering a shoulder I hadn’t asked for but somehow leaned on more and more.But despite the growing closeness with Adrian, despite the way he had quietly inserted himself into my daily life, there was still a part of me that stayed stuck in the past.In Alessandro.Which was why, when the long-planned collaboration between our companies finally came up a joint project we’d negotiated months ago, back when we were still us I couldn’t help the tight twist of anticipation in my chest.I was going to see him again.Face to face.And maybe, just maybe, there would be something beyond business. Some small signal th
Sarah's POVI don't know when it became normal Adrian being here, taking up the spaces Alessandro used to leave behind.Initially, it had been uncomfortable. Unwelcome, even.I reminded myself that I didn't need assistance, that I could manage everything, that allowing Adrian in would just make things complicated. But eventually, he wore me down.Not with pressure, not with guilt. With kindness.A new coffee mug sat on the counter as I walked into the kitchen at six in the morning, my eyes heavy and my hair messy from yet another night without sleep.When I forgot to change the diapers, he silently delivered a package.When Gabriel got irritable at 2 a.m., and I hadn't even noticed Adrian was still around, I found him slowly walking with my child in his arms, singing softly under his breath.He never made me owe him. Never asked for anything.It was… easy.And I resented the fact that I required easy at the moment.Tonight, after Gabriel had curled up into his cot, I went back downst
Alessandro’s POVThe silence had been deafening.I’d thought to call her. To reach out. A thousand texts drafted and deleted, but I couldn’t bring myself to send them. What could I possibly say? It had been days since I walked out of the door, since I left Sarah standing in the flickering candlelight, her face ashen with confusion and heartbreak."I believe we should take a break."Those words were like a curse now. They haunted me in every waking moment. In every passing second, I replayed that night in my mind: Sarah, looking at me as if I’d just shattered the world we had built. My world.Our world.But I hadn’t been honest with her. Not about the reason. Not about what I was really facing.The night I left was the night Mira showed up at my door. Her presence had been a surprise, unexpected, but when she explained what had happened between us in the past, everything clicked. Her charges were nothing short of dynamite, threatening to disclose something that may destroy everything I
Sarah’s POVThe days began to blur again, not in the same dull ache that followed Alessandro’s departure, but in the quiet, strange rhythm of something new, unfamiliar. Or perhaps something I’d 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.“You’re a menace,” Adrian chuckled, catching his hands midair and kissing his forehead. “Tiny, adorable menace.”I smile
Adrian’s 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 “Da-da,” but even that was fading. Soon, that name would mean nothing to him. Soon, he’d forget the man who walked away.And then, it would be me. Just me.I hadn’t 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 secrecy—liked the way I fed her ego, told her she was “powerful,” “dange
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 reality—emails, 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 night—him, 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 that… that's the bit that used to ke
Sarah’s POVI didn’t 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 outside—the wind striking the windows, a distant siren, the quiet buzz of passing cars—made my heart race with eagerness.I kept thinking I’d 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 hadn’t moved from that spot. Didn’t 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 he’d rushed out in now draped over one shoulder. The top two buttons of his shirt were
Sarah’s POV I sat in the office long after Chloe had gone, staring at the open closet, the dress I’d 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, Alessandro’s message echoed louder than Chloe’s venom.“No expectations. Just you, me, and a little honesty.”Honesty. 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. I’ll be waiting.”My 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.“Come in,” 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