All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Adrian POVThe city lights blur as I walk, future events consume my mind completely. It does not matter to me, although Alessandro might be onto me now. Though he can try all he wants for protecting Sarah, her mind is what he can't protect her from. And once she starts questioning of him, their relationship will begin untangling.Patience is required. To play the long game is also a requirement. Love is like a war, after all. I’m not going about to lose this battle, though.I head to my home as that weight of all my actions settles within my chest. However, I push that weight to aside. This is not about right or wrong. This is concerning survival, it is concerning staying alive. The single thing within this world that still can make sense is all that matters.I'll do anything to win her back even if I must destroy everything in my path.After the dust settles, she’ll see that I’m the one who’s always been there for her. I truly understand her. She will be coming back to me. She has to.

Sarah POVI sit with my hands around a cup of coffee near the wooden table, warmly lit by warm sunlight streaming in through the café window, that has long since gone cold. The ideas that are racing through my head have drowned out the flurry of those conversations around me. Just a faint murmur remains as a result of this. Recent days involved many emotional ups and downs after my talk with Adrian.His statements were indeed well-chosen and also well-placed. They have still been eating even away at all the edges that are of my own willpower. Since sprouted are doubts he sowed I have been fighting their spread.However I reject their command. I shall stop their acquisition.The café's warmth grounds me, letting the roasted coffee beans' familiar scent be inhaled by me as I briefly close my eyes. I have to focus. My focus needs to be fully on what truly does matter. Alessandro. My relationship with him.For closing of the divide between you and me that has been steadily widening, I need

Sarah POVI sit at a wooden table with all of my hands around one cup of coffee that now has long since cooled, and also then the warm sunlight pours in from the café window in order to create just a lovely glow. So many of the thoughts rush within my own head.Therefore, the clamor of the voices that were all around me reduces to just a faint hum. Those past three days moved emotionally like a rollercoaster since I last spoke to Adrian. My willpower's margins have eroded because of all of his comments, being quite well-placed and well-chosen. He planted doubts within my mind. Since then, I have been battling so as to keep them under control.However, I will not even let them dominate over me.I briefly close my eyes, I let the café's warmth center upon me, because I smell the roasted coffee beans' familiar fragrance. I have got a need for focus upon truly important matters at this time. Alessandro. My relationship with him. I must gain a comprehension of him much better in order to c

Sarah POVIt’s in moments such as this, when everything else falls away along with it’s just the two of us, that the weight of everything we’ve been through is felt by me currently. All those errors, hard talks, the space between us, they have somehow led to this. It was not for perfection nor for a neat resolution. It was instead due to a quiet sort of closeness. That may be more important than other considerations I think.When we are wrapped up in each other such as this, so since there exist no distractions nor doubts that slip between us, something shifts. Purpose can be sensed within every touch. To choose for one another throughout difficult times and to be there for one another seems to exist as every breath that we take together, a tacit pledge. Announcements so big were made by us before now, yet they don't stand up when things do get messy. Therefore, there's no need now for big announcements in real life. However, this? This seems genuine.Within his embrace I lie here as a

Sarah POVWe move in perfect sync in the kitchen preparing breakfast together while our bodies find a natural rhythm. The aroma from sizzling butter along with toasty spices permeates through all of the air and it blends into the soft murmur within our laughter. It seems smooth also natural. One feels like one is sinking into ease.His hands brush mine as Alessandro goes toward the chopping board that I use. The brief contact sends a surge through me, and I look to him because I catch my breath somewhat. He notices. His lips twisted into more of a knowing smile, and then the rest of the world slipped away just as it did.He said with amusement, “You're distracted.”I shake my head as I smirk. “You wish.”His laughter, both deep and quite beautiful, envelops me in the way of a comforting hug.Alessandro gently nudges me more closer with his hip, pulling me toward him as food now on the stove sizzles. His gaze is deeper when he looks at me, but his touch is light and almost teasing.“Sa