Sarah's POVNext to me, Alessandro moves ever so slightly. His voice is steady and calm, but there’s a hard edge to his tone that isn't hard to miss. “We have been working on the relationship—trying to rebuild something together. I know that you care, but I think it’s necessary that we get through this on our own.”Adrian glances quickly over at Alessandro and in that moment the air between them thickens with stifled tension. Then his eyes come back to mine. "I understand. I just didn't know how serious things were between the two of you. I guess I'm trying to get my bearings in all of it."A wave of something—guilt and possibly frustration, maybe both—pushes against my ribs. I take a deep breath, calming the emotions that seek to surface. “Hey, Adrian, listen to me. You need to know that I am working to rebuild my relationship with Alessandro. I told you that I need to focus on that. Your being there at the moment... it makes things complicated."For the first time ever, when he came
Sarah's POVDuring the days that followed Adrian's impromptu arrival, tension between Alessandro and I began to wane. We had shared a horrible ordeal and were meant to be done with it, yet the aftereffects of Adrian's presence lingered over our relationship. When it seemed like everything was all right again between Alessandro and I, some nagging voice in my head consistently brought back memories of the past—Adrian's presence, his charm, and the disruption he tended to cause. I found I could no longer ignore it. If I really sought peace between Alessandro and I, I needed to face it head-onIt was on one of the most beautiful afternoons ever that I ultimately decided to contact Adrian. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, creating a golden path on the floor, yet despite the light, a shiver ran down my spine Choosing the right words proved challenging, but I understood they had to be expressedMessage to AdrianHi Adrian. I believe we should maintain some space for a while. I am reso
Sarah’s POVHis remarks affected me more deeply than I anticipated, offering a kind of comfort I hadn't recognized I required. Nevertheless, I had one more point to make—something that had been burdening me and required expression."I needed to share something with you… I talked to Adrian," I said, examining his expression for a response. "I mentioned to him that we require some distance." "I need you to know that you are my highest priority, and I won’t let anything or anyone obstruct our path.” For a moment, Alessandro remained silent. His expression was difficult to interpret, but then I observed the slight lowering of his shoulders, the soft sigh he eventually released. When he talked, his tone was serene—appreciative. “Thanks, Sarah.” "That signifies a great deal. I've been concerned about his frequent appearances, but I didn't want to add any pressure on you or complicate things further.I softly grasped his hand, intending to ease the worry still visible in his eyesI gently he
Sarah’s POV There was an unmistakable edge to his voice jealousy, sure, but layered with something heavier. Frustration. Maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, in the way he paused just a moment too long before picking his words. He wasn’t ready to let go. That much was clear. But I had already made my choice. I wasn’t going to let the past complicate this fragile, beautiful thing that Alessandro and I were trying so hard to rebuild. Instead of replying to Adrian, I set my phone aside and took a slow, steadying breath. The urge to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, pulled at me but I didn’t give in. The kindest thing I could do for myself, and for this relationship, was to create space. Even if it stung. So I buried myself in work that day emails, meetings, anything that would keep my mind from wandering back to the message still sitting unanswered. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, a weight stayed. That unresolved tension cast a cl
Sarah’s POVThe softness in his voice made my throat tighten. I gently rested my head on his chest and let his heartbeat calm me."Me too," I whispered. "I'm truly happy that we were able to resolve everything.""I’m committed to you, Alessandro." I want you to be conscious of that.His arms held me a bit more securely, and he placed a gentle, lasting kiss on the crown of my head“I know,” he murmured. “And I’m committed too. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.”As sleep slowly pulled me under, a rare sense of peace settled over me. The doubts that used to whisper at the corners of my mind were starting to quiet. In their place was something steadier, something that felt like hope, like maybe we really were finding our way again.However, a part of me continued to carry the burden of Adrian's final statement even as I leaned into that calm. Deep within me, his words had taken hold and were echoing more often than I was willing to admit. Regardless of how hard I attempted to m
Sarah POVAlessandro kept his eyes fixed on me, looking for any sign of doubt in my deep brown eyes. I sensed the heaviness of his feelings lingering in the space between us: doubt, desire, and nervousness. The tension in his jaw suggested he was bottling up emotions he was uncertain he could express"Alessandro, your question is justified," I replied, maintaining a calm tone even as my heart raced. "I don't care for Adrian; my concern is for you." What occurred with him... it was a time of bewilderment, an error. I've come to understand that my heart has consistently belonged to you. I informed him that we required distance due to this. "The sole person I desire to share my life with is you, and I need you to recognize that."Assuming a protective posture, he crossed his arms over his chest and breathed out gently. The internal conflict he experienced, caught between the pain of his past and the desire to have faith in me, felt nearly palpable as it developed in his thoughts "And wha
Sarah POVI understood that in order to truly move ahead with Alessandro, I had to establish a boundary that Adrian must not breach.I inhaled deeply and composed a message.Note for Adrian:Adrian, I must be honest with you. I’ve chosen to be with Alessandro, so we need to set boundaries. I have concern for you because you are involved with my child, but I cannot allow you to interfere in my relationship.Kindly honor that.My thumb lingered above the send button. A part of me feared his reaction—if he would explode in anger, try to manipulate me, or make me rethink my choice. Yet some part of me experienced a soothing relief. It was essential. This was the right action to take.I hit send.Time seemed to stretch into eternity as I waited, my stomach knotted with anxiety. I partially anticipated that he would either ignore the letter or respond with something unclear, making me doubt everything However, his response was faster than I anticipated.Note from Adrian:I understand, Sarah
Adrian POV Therapy was supposed to help. That’s what everyone kept telling me. My friends, my family, even Sarah—back when she still spoke to me like she cared. “Just try it,” they said. “It’ll help you work through your feelings. You’ll feel better once you understand what’s really going on.” And so, after months of resisting, “It will assist you in processing your emotions.” "You'll feel improved after grasping what is truly happening." Therefore, after months of resisting, I ultimately conceded. I initiated the call, endured the uncomfortable initial session, and continuously attended each week without fail, anticipating—wishing—for a change to occur.Yet, to be truthful, each session felt like it stripped my skin away, exposing my raw nerves. I did not feel improved. I didn’t sense recovery. I didn't sense any understanding at all. Rather, I left each meeting feeling progressively bewildered, more exasperated, and increasingly convinced that Sarah was drifting away from me like s
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