All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Adrian POVThe city lights blur as I walk, my thoughts consumed by what comes next. Alessandro might be onto me, but that doesn’t matter. He can try to protect Sarah all he wants, but he can’t protect her from her mind. And once she starts questioning him, their relationship will begin to unravel.I have to be patient and play the long game. After all, love is a war, and I’m not about to lose this battle.As I head home, the weight of my actions settles in my chest, but I push it aside. This isn’t about right or wrong anymore. This is about survival, about holding on to the one thing in this world that still makes sense to me.I'll do whatever it takes to win her back even if it means destroying everything in my path.And when the dust settles, she’ll see that I’m the one who’s always been there for her, the one who truly understands her. She’ll come back to me. She has to.But until then, I’ll keep fanning the flames, waiting for the moment when everything comes crashing down around

Sarah POVI sit with my hands around a cup of coffee that has long since gone cold at the wooden table, which is warmly lit by warm sunlight streaming in through the café window. Only a faint murmur remains after the flurry of conversations around me has been drowned out by the ideas racing through my head. Since I last spoke with Adrian, the previous several days have been an emotional roller coaster. His well-chosen and well-placed statements have been eating away at the edges of my willpower. The seeds he sowed, doubts, have sprouted, and I have been fighting to prevent them from spreading. But I refuse to let them control me.I close my eyes briefly, inhaling the familiar scent of roasted coffee beans, letting the warmth of the café ground me. I have to focus focus on what truly matters. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrian’s words cloud my judgment, I would be doing b

Sarah POVI sit at a wooden table with my hands around a cup of coffee that has long since cooled, and the warm sunlight pouring through the café window creates a lovely glow. With so many thoughts rushing through my head, the clamor of voices around me is reduced to a faint hum. The previous three days have been an emotional rollercoaster since my last conversation with Adrian. His well-chosen and well-placed comments have eaten away at the margins of my willpower. He planted doubts, and I've been battling to keep them from growing out of control. But I won't let them dominate me. I close my eyes briefly, smelling the familiar fragrance of roasted coffee beans, and let the café's warmth to center me. I need to focus—on what is genuinely important. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I need to understand him better, to bridge the gap that has been steadily widening between us. If I let Adrian’s words cloud my judgment, I would be doing both Alessandro and myself a diss

Sarah’s POVIt’s in moments like this—when everything else falls away and it’s just the two of us—that I really feel the weight of everything we’ve been through. All the missteps, the distance, the difficult conversations… they’ve somehow led us here. Not to perfection, not to a neat resolution, but to a quiet kind of closeness. And that, I think, might matter more than anything else.When we’re wrapped up in each other like this, with no distractions or doubts slipping between us, something shifts. Every touch has a sense of purpose. Every breath we take together seems to be a tacit pledge to continue being there for one another, to continue choosing one another through difficult times. We've made big announcements before, and they don't always stand up when things get messy in real life, so there's no need for them now. However, this? This seems genuine. Everything feels gentler as I lie here in his embrace. My own ideas, the world, and the anxieties. Something inside of me th

Sarah POV We move in perfect sync in the kitchen, our bodies sliding into a natural beat as we cook breakfast together. The aroma of sizzling butter and toasty spices permeates the air, blending with the soft murmur of our laughter. It seems smooth and natural, like falling into a comfortable groove. Alessandro goes for the same chopping board that I use, his hands brushing against mine. The brief contact sends a surge through me, and I look up at him, catching my breath somewhat. He notices. His lips twisted into a knowing smile, and the rest of the world slipped away. "You're distracted," he remarked, amused. I smirk and shake my head. "You wish." His laughter is deep and beautiful, enveloping me like a comforting hug. As the food on the stove begins to sizzle, Alessandro gently nudges me with his hip, pulling me closer to him. His touch is light, almost teasing, but there’s something deeper in the way he looks at me. “Sarah,” he says, his voice dropping into a whispe