All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sarah's POV I leaned in toward Alessandro, feeling the heat of his arms as he clasped me in a tight hold. The road that lay ahead was still full of questions, but in the meantime, we had this moment, this fresh start. And it was enough. As I gazed upon our son, I had a certainty that we had made the perfect choice of name. Gabriel Luca would be growing up in the midst of love, the support of his family, and the illumination that his given name brought. Gabriel would be aware of the dynamics of our life, and of the difficulties we had overcome, but he would also be aware of the strength of love, of perseverance, and of new beginnings. With Alessandro beside me and Gabriel Luca in my arms, I felt complete. We were starting anew, a journey that would not be simple, yet one that was full of promise, love, and light. We would create a future that was deserving of the name we had given a future of strength and grace, similar to that of our son. Just as I relaxed again in the lap of t

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 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

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 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