All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Sarah POVHis words severed the delicate hope to which I had been clinging, like using a knife. His answer’s finality echoes in my mind “Not today” resounding from harsh truth for I will not fix this as fast as hoped. Because a pain that is uninteresting will not leave me, the ache deepens in my chest. I nod after swallowing back the lump forming there in my throat, forcing myself to accept his distance is not something that I can bridge with just a single conversation, and this won’t be easy.“Okay,” I whisper, I then step back, with me giving to him the space that he needs. I cannot push at him, and it cannot be at this moment. I have already done enough damage. I am right here for you when you are ready, but...He nods in just a slight way at all of the words I say yet says nothing more. He redirects his focus back toward his coffee. Our interaction is forgotten, like it never happened at all. Silence does indeed hang heavy there between us, pressing right down on me and suffocating

Sarah POVWhen I reach the bedroom, I find Alessandro is sitting near a window, his gaze fixed firmly on the world just beyond the glass, his back partially turned right to me. Soft afternoon light catches his dark hair. Faint shadows are cast right over the sharp angles of his face now. Initially he does not notice me I hesitate and my fingers tighten around the edges of the tray I hold. This moment feels unbearably fragile then it feels like one wrong move could shatter the balance among us.I advance, I gasp as I observe him—the firm, known contours that mark his face, the small crease in his forehead that worsens when thought defeats him. He seems exhausted, as if he carries something that is far too heavy. Guilt with longing make my chest tighten. These feelings come from the sight. I want to touch him for reminding him he doesn’t have to go through this alone and smooth away his worries. I don’t know, but would he let me hereafter?As I step into that room my voice is barely more

Sarah POVSuddenly, a soft knock startles me at the entry to the nursery door. When looking up, I half-expect Alessandro so my heart skips briefly while my breath catches. But instead, it's Adrian. He lingers by the threshold; concern with hesitation plus guilt are tangled together within his expression. Emotions seem like a storm. His weary eyes were stressed by long shadows cast across his face from the dim hallway light.I tense almost instinctively, I grip at Gabriel much tighter, I feel as if his small body is warm plus safe so near to mine. I do not need another conversation at this time. That chat was to untangle fragile strands which barely kept my life intact. My pulse thrums in my ears with such force, and it is still just an anxious rhythm. That anxious rhythm seems like all of the chaos that is in my mind. I know that I cannot avoid this for too long, even as my body protests, but.I do steady myself then, and I force a slow breath through my nose now. I say “Come in” so qu

Sarah POVLater that evening, as the house becomes hushed and still, Alessandro hears my courage gathering for talk. Everything between us burdens my chest, causing labored breathing. He is in the study reading, and the soft lamp's glow casts long shadows over his sharp features. Uncertainty washes through me when I see him as distant as absorbed.As I hesitate at the doorway my pulse is pounding within my ears. I know that this conversation can't wait any longer, however.I do call softly since my voice was just above a whisper. I step on inside, and I call “Alessandro?”As he looks up, his expression is guarded and is unreadable. His head lifts from the book. Quiet resignation perhaps makes his eyes flicker with something, hesitation. “Yes?”I move in a slow way deliberately, as I take a seat across from him. Unspoken wounds that neither one of us has had the daring to touch make all of the air between us feel so thick with words. “Can we have a talk? Can we have a talk?”He sets the

Adrian's POVThe cold air bites right at my skin as I step out from the café because such sharp wind cuts right through my coat like such a blade. As Sarah's figure disappears into the hazy glow of the streetlights, so I barely register then the chill.My chest tightens with a something of unnamed quality as breath fogs through the night air. Guilt? Maybe. But such a grim sense of determination namely something more consuming and darker quickly drowns it out.I knew telling her about Alessandro would be hurting her. I saw it in the way in which her lips parted in shock, and I saw it in how her fingers did tremble slightly. She gripped the table edge then held on as if I shook her hard. It was an inevitability. Surely, this action was a must. Even if painful, she deserves the truth now. I acted as I was compelled toward.That echo of that voice still haunts even me, and with that hesitant “Are you sure?” she whispered then, just as if she needed me to be wrong. Fleeting was but just the