Sarah POVโAdrian, we canโt be like a normal couple. Not now, not ever in the future,โ I said firmly, my voice unwavering despite the tremor building inside me. โI havenโt changed my mind about the divorce. We are getting divorced in a few months.โHis expression twisted into a mixture of disbelief and frustration. I could see the words forming on his lips, but I didnโt give him the chance to speak. I pressed on, determined to make my stance crystal clear.โMy intention behind telling you about this pregnancy was only because you had the right to know. I thought maybeโjust maybeโyou could take on the responsibility of being a father and support the baby,โ I continued, removing his hands from my shoulders with a deliberate finality. His touch no longer held any power over me.Adrianโs jaw clenched, his voice low and tense. โSarah, I never said I wouldnโt be there. I will be there for my child, but not right now. I canโt handle this pressure. Try to understand, Sarah. We need to work on
Sarah POVHe opened his mouth to say something, but I didnโt wait to hear it. Turning on my heel, I walked briskly into my room, slamming the door behind me. The sound echoed through the house like a final verdict. My fingers trembled as I turned the lock, creating a barrier between us that I desperately needed.The silence inside the room was deafening, pressing against my ears. I leaned back against the door, my chest heaving as I fought to contain the storm within me. But I failed. A tear escaped, hot and heavy, tracing a path down my cheek. I wiped it away angrily, but more followed, blurring my vision.Why did his words hurt so much? Why did his rejection of this child feel like a dagger straight to my heart? I should have expected this. I should have known better than to hope Adrian would accept this baby or act as a responsible father.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind drifting back to a time I had tried so hard to forget.After my mother passed away, I clung desperately
Sarah POVFlashback StartsThat day, like every other, I walked home from school with my head down, trying to drown out the giggles and whispers behind me. Chloe and Jessica were trailing a few steps behind, their high-pitched laughter cutting through the air like knives. I didnโt have to turn around to know they were making fun of meโagain.I clenched my fists but kept walking, pretending I couldnโt hear them. Confronting them never did any good. It only made their torment worse.Once I reached home, I hurried past the living room, ignoring the sound of the television and Lisaโs voice in the background. I bolted up the stairs, two at a time, and entered my room, closing the door behind me.Dropping my school bag by the desk, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. My heart sank as my gaze traveled down to my white pants. A large, vivid red stain spread across the back.Panic seized me. What was this? Blood? My hands trembled as I changed out of the pants, pulling down my under
Sarahโs POVI donโt know why I expected him to support me in this. I donโt know why it hurts this much.The moment I told Adrian I was pregnant, I saw the panic flash in his eyesโa flicker of something raw and unsettling. And then came the wordsโthe ones I canโt forget, no matter how hard I try.โYou canโt keep it, Sarah. Itโll ruin everything. Think about us, our careersโฆ our future.โThose were his exact words, cold and calculated, like I was a business decision gone wrong. My stomach churns just thinking about it. The father of my child saw this as a mistake, a problem to be erased. And yet, I was foolish enough to think heโd stand by me, that there was still some trace of the man I once loved.I shouldโve known better. Adrian has always been about controlโabout things fitting neatly into his version of life. A baby? That didnโt fit his carefully curated image.The memory of that night plays on a relentless loop in my head. The sting of rejection, the hollow ache that settled in my
Sarahโs POVThe drive to the office is uneventful, though my mind is anything but calm. My thoughts are a chaotic mess, replaying countless scenarios where Alessandro rejects me, telling me heโs done, that he doesnโt want anything to do with me anymore. I try to shake the intrusive thoughts away, but they cling to me like a shadow.The city buzzes around me as I navigate the streets, indifferent to my inner turmoil. Skyscrapers loom above, their glass windows reflecting the morning sunlight, but even the vibrant energy of the city does little to soothe my anxiety.When I finally pull into the parking lot, I take a moment to collect myself, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. โGet it together,โ I whisper to myself. With a deep breath, I straighten up, grab my bag, and step out of the car.The sound of my heels clicking against the polished marble floor echoes as I enter the building. The familiar scent of coffee and office air freshener greets me, a strange comfort in its p
Sarahโs POVThe meeting room buzzes with energy as my team discusses investment details, their voices blending into a steady hum. I try to focus, but my thoughts are scattered, like leaves caught in a whirlwind. My fingers fidget with the corner of my notepad as I glance at the door, anticipation twisting my insides.And then he walks in.Alessandro Dante.My breath catches in my throat. He looks effortlessly handsome in a dark charcoal suit, the tailored fabric hugging his broad shoulders perfectly. The top buttons of his crisp white shirt are undone, revealing a tantalizing hint of his tanned skin. His stubble is darker, giving him an even more rugged appearance.My heart thuds painfully against my ribs.Our eyes meet for a brief, electric moment before he looks away, his expression cold and distant.My heart sinks.The Alessandro I know is warm, charming, and attentiveโa man who lights up any room he enters. But this version of him is a stranger, distant and unreadable.Esterโs voi
Sarah POVIt was a quiet Sunday evening, and I found myself sprawled lazily on the couch, indulging in my third tub of chocolate fudge ice cream. The creamy sweetness melted on my tongue, offering a temporary escape from the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the lamp by the corner, casting long shadows across the walls as the television flickered with yet another episode of Friends. Chandlerโs witty sarcasm barely registered in my ears as I absentmindedly spooned another bite of ice cream.Pregnancy cravings were no joke. I had read countless articles about them, but living through the experience was entirely different. One moment I craved tangy pickles, and the next, it was all about sweet indulgences. With how things were going, I was pretty sure I'd be gaining a significant amount of weight soonโand honestly, I didn't care. My babyโs well-being came first.The comforting aroma of freshly cooked food wafted from the kitchen, mi
Sarah POVAs I continued eating my ice cream, my mind wandered through various scenarios. Alessandro loved meI knew that muchโbut the fact that I carried Adrianโs child filled me with anxiety. What if Alessandro didnโt want the baby? The thought terrified me.He wanted a future with me, but he hadnโt said anything about the baby yet. I feared that he might tell me he didnโt want the child, and if that was the case, I would have no choice but to leave him. I loved Alessandro deeply, but I couldnโt compromise my child. My baby was my top priority.Suddenly, the doorbell rang, pulling me out of my turbulent thoughts. The sound echoed through the apartment, sharp and unexpected. I put down the ice cream tub, wiped my hands on a napkin, and made my way to the door.My heart raced slightly as I approached, the weight of my thoughts still heavy on my mind. Who could it be at this hour? Peeking through the peephole, I saw a familiar silhouette standing on the other side.Taking a steadying br
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
Sarah POVA few steps back, I noticed a captain whose face was completely devoid of colour. Words seemed to want to escape from his lips, but they were nowhere to be found.His still figure, rigid and motionless, also changed his hands into fists, which revealed the stress he was holding.This was simply too much to handle. My thoughts were fragmented, unable to reach a coherent conclusion. โDo tell me this isnโt the case,โ I spoke in my flat voice. โPlease tell me this is some unexpected blunder that someone made. That thisโฆ this woman is lying. Alessandro took a slow step toward me, but stopped when he saw me flinch not in fear, but in raw emotional recoil. That hurt in a way I couldnโt describe.The reflection of his features contorted with agony. "Sarah," a soft admission escaped as his throat felt like it was choked with raw feelings. โThat's not the case.โWe were close once, back in college. Yes, we dated for a few months, but when things didnโt work out, she didnโt take
Sarahโs POVThe paper trembled a little in my hands as if it knew what it held was too much for me to handle, and I stood motionless. My breath became trapped in my chest, in that agonising space where heartbreak and incredulity collide. I read it again, slower this time, praying Iโd misunderstood. But every word sank deeper, each one a blow I hadnโt been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. Alessandroโs nameโฆ tied to it.I looked up at himโthe man I had let into every part of my life. My heart, my home, Gabrielโs world. The man whoโd been my safe place after everything fell apartโฆ was Alessandro. The person I trusted with my son, my recovery, and dreams I was hardly brave enough to share aloud.His gaze was directed towards the ground, pale, and his lips parted open like he was contemplating speech, but the words were not forthcoming. The tension was evident as he held up his arms and kept his fists in place, trying to conceal the strain. I couldn't take it in. Non
Sarahโs POV As I packed the last of Gabriel's small sweaters into his duffel bag, the late afternoon sun spilled gentle light into the room. I smiled as the fresh laundry's lavender scent clung to the fabric. Heโd had such a beautiful time here. We all had. For the first time in weeks, things had feltโฆ steady. Like the ground beneath my feet wasnโt constantly shifting. I glanced over my shoulder at Alessandro and Gabriel outside. Before we left the farmhouse, Alessandro had Gabriel sitting on his shoulders as they took a final stroll around the garden. The pure and contagious sound of Gabriel's laughter filled the air. A reminder that love wasnโt always about fireworks and chaos. Sometimes, it was about the way Alessandro always remembered how I took my coffee, or how he brushed Gabrielโs hair back before bed like it was second nature. It was safe. It was deep. Seeing them together made my heart feel full. It reminded me of the life I've always dreamed ofโsomething genuine, cozy,
Adrianโs POVThe sun was slipping from the sky, casting a mellow light across the land; it felt like a reprieve. I stood in the hallway in my guest-sisterโs room, peering through a silken curtain at them. Sarah, Alessandro and Gabriel had gone into the garden for a final evening together. To an outsider, it must have seemed like bliss โ that scene of a perfect family.I couldnโt bear it.Alessandro was chasing Gabriel around the wildflower patch while he was laughing loudly and freely. He then effortlessly caught him again after swooping him into his arms and throwing him into the air. Gabriel's laughter reached me exactly where I was standing, resonating through the silence of the area. And then I saw itโthe way Gabriel looked at Alessandro. Eyes wide with trust, with adoration. As if he were the safest place in the world.As if he were the father.Not me.A pain that was a mix of heartbreak, rage, and jealousy twisted sharply in my chest. I was descended from Gabriel. My son. Nevert