All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sarah POVBy mid-morning, I find myself in the kitchen, my hands moving on autopilot as I gather ingredients. I decide to bake his favorite—lemon cake. It’s been a long time since I made it, but I know it’s one of the few things that Alessandro genuinely loves. A rare indulgence. I remember the nights we would sit together, sharing slices of cake, talking about everything and nothing, our fingers brushing as we reached for the same fork. I want to bring back even a fraction of that warmth, that closeness. Maybe this small gesture can remind him of what we once had.As I mix the batter, memories flood my mind: his laughter as I smudged flour on my nose, the way he would close his eyes in bliss at the first bite, the way he used to steal pieces when he thought I wasn’t looking. A sad smile tugs at my lips. Those moments feel like a lifetime ago, like they belonged to different people. But I want them back. I want us back.The aroma of lemon and sugar fills the air as the cake bakes, wrap

Sarah POVHe doesn’t respond, and I don’t expect him to. As I close the door behind me, the sting of rejection burns hot behind my eyes. I release a shaky breath, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. I thought the cake might be a small step toward reconciliation, a way to remind him that I’m still here, still trying. But it’s clear that the road ahead is longer and more difficult than I had hoped.But I can’t give up.Back downstairs, I find myself pacing the living room, my mind racing with ways to reach him. I’m determined to show Alessandro that I’m still the woman he fell in love with and that our love is worth fighting for. But with every passing hour, the doubt grows stronger. What if I’ve already lost him? What if no amount of apologies or gestures can fix the damage I’ve done? What if my presence only reminds him of the pain I caused?I shake the thought away, refusing to let it take root. I have to stay positive to keep trying. My gaze flickers to the clock, and I

Sarah POV"I know," he says, his voice hoarse. "I just... I care about you, Sarah. And I never wanted to make things worse between you and Alessandro."My chest tightens at his admission, a bittersweet ache blooming in my ribs. "I care about you too," I admit, my voice trembling slightly. "But not like that. Not in a way that makes any of this right."Adrian looks down, his hands clenching into fists before he exhales and relaxes them. The slump of his shoulders, the downward tilt of his head—it’s as though my words have knocked the wind out of him."I understand," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I'll keep my distance if that's what you need. I just... I want you to be happy, Sarah. And I know that's with Alessandro."I inhale sharply at the certainty in his voice, at the unwavering belief he has in a relationship that currently feels so fractured. My throat tightens, a lump forming that I struggle to swallow past. "I don’t know if I can fix this," I confess, my voice barely

Sarah POVThe next few days are tense, filled with cautious interactions and careful words. Alessandro is still distant, still holding me at arm’s length, but he doesn’t 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 that’s 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. I’m 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 don’t want to answer. I know I shouldn’t. But I do."Adrian?" I say cautiously."Sarah," he breathes, his voice low, urgent. "I need to talk to you. It’s important."A fresh

Adrian POVThe cold air bites at my skin as I step out of the café, 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 don’t want to name. Guilt? Maybe. But it’s quickly drowned out by something darker, something more consuming—a 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 I’d 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 can’t shake the echo of her voice, the hesitant way she whispered, "Are you sure?" as if she wanted—needed—me 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