Sarah POVThe next few days are tense, filled with cautious interactions and careful words. Alessandro is still distant, still holding me at armโs length, but he doesnโt flinch when I touch his hand or sit beside him in the evenings. Small moments, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to me, they feel monumental. Like the slow, careful dismantling of a wall thatโs been built between us, brick by brick.But just as I start to believe that things might be getting better, a new storm begins to brew.It starts with a phone call. Iโm in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner when the phone rings. The sharp trill cuts through the quiet, making me jump. I wipe my hands on a towel and glance at the caller ID.Adrian.My stomach tightens with unease. My fingers hover over the decline button, but something stops me. I donโt want to answer. I know I shouldnโt. But I do."Adrian?" I say cautiously."Sarah," he breathes, his voice low, urgent. "I need to talk to you. Itโs important."A fresh
Adrian's POVThe cold air bites at my skin as I step out of the cafรฉ, the sharp wind cutting through my coat like a blade. I barely register the chill, too fixated on the way Sarah's figure disappears into the hazy glow of the streetlights. My breath fogs in the night air, my chest tight with something I donโt want to name. Guilt? Maybe. But itโs quickly drowned out by something darker, something more consumingโa grim sense of determination.I knew telling her about Alessandro would hurt her. I saw it in the way her lips parted in shock, how her fingers trembled slightly as she grasped the edge of the table, holding on as if Iโd physically shaken her. But it had to be done. She deserves the truth, no matter how painful. I did what I had to do.Still, I canโt shake the echo of her voice, the hesitant way she whispered, "Are you sure?" as if she wantedโneededโme to be wrong. The doubt in her eyes was fleeting, but it was there. A seed planted. A fracture is forming. Exactly what I neede
Adrian POVThe cold air bites at my skin as I step out of the cafรฉ, the sharp wind cutting through my coat like a blade. I barely register the chill, too fixated on the way Sarah's figure disappears into the hazy glow of the streetlights. My breath fogs in the night air, my chest tight with something I donโt want to name. Guilt? Maybe. But itโs quickly drowned out by something darker, something more consumingโa grim sense of determination.I knew telling her about Alessandro would hurt her. I saw it in the way her lips parted in shock, how her fingers trembled slightly as she grasped the edge of the table, holding on as if Iโd physically shaken her. But it had to be done. She deserves the truth, no matter how painful. I did what I had to do.Still, I canโt shake the echo of her voice, the hesitant way she whispered, "Are you sure?" as if she wantedโneededโme to be wrong. The doubt in her eyes was fleeting, but it was there. A seed planted. A fracture forming. Exactly what I needed. Ex
Adrian POVAs I walk out into the street, I make a decision. I'm going to find out what Alessandro is hiding, no matter what it takesโfor Sarah's sake and mine.And when I do, I'll make sure she knows the truthโabout everything.The crisp evening air stings against my skin, but I barely register the cold. My mind is consumed by the conversation that just took place, the subtle nuances in Alessandroโs tone, the flickers of emotion he failed to completely mask. He didn't take the bait as easily as I'd hoped, and that bothers me more than I want to admit. His calm, almost detached demeanour, his vague allusions to something moreโnone of it sits right with me. But I also know that I've planted a seed one that I'm confident will grow, even if it takes time.Sarah's doubt is the key. I saw it in her eyes when I spoke to her earlier, the way her brow furrowed, the flicker of uncertainty that crossed her face. She didn't want to believe what I was saying, but the seed of suspicion was there n
Adrian POVThe city lights blur as I walk, my thoughts consumed by what comes next. Alessandro might be onto me, but that doesnโt matter. He can try to protect Sarah all he wants, but he canโt protect her from her mind. And once she starts questioning him, their relationship will begin to unravel.I have to be patient and play the long game. After all, love is a war, and Iโm not about to lose this battle.As I head home, the weight of my actions settles in my chest, but I push it aside. This isnโt about right or wrong anymore. This is about survival, about holding on to the one thing in this world that still makes sense to me.I'll do whatever it takes to win her back even if it means destroying everything in my path.And when the dust settles, sheโll see that Iโm the one whoโs always been there for her, the one who truly understands her. Sheโll come back to me. She has to.But until then, Iโll keep fanning the flames, waiting for the moment when everything comes crashing down around
Adrian POVI work and do errands for the remainder of the evening in an attempt to block off my thoughts, but to no avail. No matter what I do, Sarah is always on my thoughts. Her furrowed brows as I talked and the moment of hesitation in her gaze when I brought up Alessandro are like a scene replayed in my mind, and I wonder whether she feels the same way. Torn. unsure. she was doubting everything she believed. I'm just getting into bed later that night when my phone pings against the nightstand. Her name flashes on the screen, and I reach for it, my heart pounding. Message from Sarah: Hello, Adrian We appreciate you getting in touch. Thanks for that. Would it be possible for us to have that coffee this week? Now I could use a friend. I'll notify you as soon as I'm free. I read her words and a gentle smile appears. I specifically wanted this. She is contacting me, confiding in me, and choose me. A tiny jolt of fulfillment runs through my body. Even though it's just
Sarah POVI sit with my hands around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold at the wooden table, which is warmly lit by warm sunlight streaming in through the cafรฉ window. Only a faint murmur remains after the flurry of conversations around me has been drowned out by the ideas racing through my head. Since I last spoke with Adrian, the previous several days have been an emotional roller coaster. His well-chosen and well-placed statements have been eating away at the edges of my willpower. The seeds he sowed, doubts, have sprouted, and I have been fighting to prevent them from spreading. But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the cafรฉ ground me. I have to focus focus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrianโs words cloud my judgment, I would be doing b
Sarah POVAs I approach, I force a smile, pushing down the flutter of nerves in my stomach. โHey.โHe looks up, his tense expression softening slightly. He stands, offering me a small, appreciative smile before taking my hand. โHey, Sarah. You look great.โโThanks,โ I say, squeezing his hand gently before slipping into my seat. โYou do too.โWe start with small talk how our days went, the usual pleasantries. Alessandro listens attentively, but I can tell heโs distracted. His eyes dart away every now and then, his fingers tapping lightly against the table, a sure sign that something is weighing on him.Determined to break through the surface-level conversation, I take a sip of water and lean in slightly. โSo,โ I begin, keeping my tone light, โhowโs work been lately? You seem a bit off.โHis jaw tightens, and for a moment, I think heโs going to brush it off. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. โItโs been busy. You know how it is.โ He pauses, then adds, โBut thatโs no
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
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