All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Sarah POVThe kitchen air seems tight, almost like it could be cut with a knife. The perfume of new coffee mingles with the sizzling of butter, yet the soothing scent does not erase the perceptible unease in the environment. Adrian flops into a chair without permission, his movements fluid and calculated, like he's staking his claim on the instant. As he observes me, Alessandro's anxiety seems like a soft wind stroking my skin. He doesn't need to say anything, but I can tell he's preparing for what's about to happen. To calm myself, I inhale deeply and swallow the terror that is gripping my chest.Perhaps the surprise visit is just that—an uneasy interruption, a hiccup in the road Alessandro and I are at last smoothing over. Perhaps it’s one of them, though—a moment that tips everything, that skews the ground right from under your feet.I catch Alessandro's eye, hunting for something firm, something stable. He regards me with a small, firm nod—a tacit promise without words: I'm her

Sarah's POVDuring the days that followed Adrian's impromptu arrival, tension between Alessandro and I began to wane. We had shared a horrible ordeal and were meant to be done with it, yet the aftereffects of Adrian's presence lingered over our relationship. When it seemed like everything was all right again between Alessandro and I, some nagging voice in my head consistently brought back memories of the past—Adrian's presence, his charm, and the disruption he tended to cause. I found I could no longer ignore it. If I really sought peace between Alessandro and I, I needed to face it head-onIt was on one of the most beautiful afternoons ever that I ultimately decided to contact Adrian. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, creating a golden path on the floor, yet despite the light, a shiver ran down my spine Choosing the right words proved challenging, but I understood they had to be expressedMessage to AdrianHi Adrian. I believe we should maintain some space for a while. I am reso

Sarah’s POV There was an unmistakable edge to his voice jealousy, sure, but layered with something heavier. Frustration. Maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, in the way he paused just a moment too long before picking his words. He wasn’t ready to let go. That much was clear. But I had already made my choice. I wasn’t going to let the past complicate this fragile, beautiful thing that Alessandro and I were trying so hard to rebuild. Instead of replying to Adrian, I set my phone aside and took a slow, steadying breath. The urge to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, pulled at me but I didn’t give in. The kindest thing I could do for myself, and for this relationship, was to create space. Even if it stung. So I buried myself in work that day emails, meetings, anything that would keep my mind from wandering back to the message still sitting unanswered. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate, a weight stayed. That unresolved tension cast a cl

Sarah POVAlessandro kept his eyes fixed on me, looking for any sign of doubt in my deep brown eyes. I sensed the heaviness of his feelings lingering in the space between us: doubt, desire, and nervousness. The tension in his jaw suggested he was bottling up emotions he was uncertain he could express"Alessandro, your question is justified," I replied, maintaining a calm tone even as my heart raced. "I don't care for Adrian; my concern is for you." What occurred with him... it was a time of bewilderment, an error. I've come to understand that my heart has consistently belonged to you. I informed him that we required distance due to this. "The sole person I desire to share my life with is you, and I need you to recognize that."Assuming a protective posture, he crossed his arms over his chest and breathed out gently. The internal conflict he experienced, caught between the pain of his past and the desire to have faith in me, felt nearly palpable as it developed in his thoughts "And wha

Adrian POV Therapy was supposed to help. That’s what everyone kept telling me. My friends, my family, even Sarah—back when she still spoke to me like she cared. “Just try it,” they said. “It’ll help you work through your feelings. You’ll feel better once you understand what’s really going on.” And so, after months of resisting, “It will assist you in processing your emotions.” "You'll feel improved after grasping what is truly happening." Therefore, after months of resisting, I ultimately conceded. I initiated the call, endured the uncomfortable initial session, and continuously attended each week without fail, anticipating—wishing—for a change to occur.Yet, to be truthful, each session felt like it stripped my skin away, exposing my raw nerves. I did not feel improved. I didn’t sense recovery. I didn't sense any understanding at all. Rather, I left each meeting feeling progressively bewildered, more exasperated, and increasingly convinced that Sarah was drifting away from me like s