All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sarah’s POV The moment we pulled into the driveway, a strange weight settled over me. The gravel crunched beneath the tires as Alessandro parked near the old porch, and Gabriel stirred in his car seat with a soft, sleepy sound. It was gorgeous here, I couldn’t dispute that. The farmhouse appeared just as it did during Adrian and my visit after our wedding—the same white walls, the wildflowers thriving without regard for rules, and the air heavy with the fragrance of pine and sun-baked soil. I didn't foresee the memories affecting me this intensely.Alessandro stepped out first, stretching and lifting Gabriel carefully from the backseat. “You okay?” he asked, offering me his usual quiet, steady look. I nodded, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Yeah… Just tired.” That was only half the truth. We hadn't even made it up the steps when I heard Adrian’s voice—too cheerful, too rehearsed. “There they are! You made it.” And then I saw her. Tall legs, shiny dark hair, a laugh that seemed

Sarah POVI followed him barefoot across the creaky floorboards and out into the night. The old farmhouse pool shimmered like liquid glass under the stars, surrounded by wild grass and the scent of lavender that always grew too fast near the fence.He dove in first, smooth and silent, and surfaced with a grin. I hesitated only a second before slipping out of my oversized tee and sliding in after him, the water instantly wrapping around my skin like silk.We drifted toward each other. The quiet buzz of summer insects hummed around us, the moonlight catching on the ripples between our bodies.“You okay?” he asked, treading gently beside me.I nodded. “Yeah… More than okay.”His hand found my waist under the water. I didn’t resist.There was something so real about this. Honest. There were no games in Alessandro’s touch, no veiled intentions. Just quiet understanding and the gentle burn of something I hadn’t felt in a long time—safety. Desire. Love, maybe. The kind that didn’t demand. It

Sarah POV The air was thick with the scent of hay and late summer. One of those nights where the heat doesn’t break, even after sunset, just lingers like something unfinished. The porch boards were warm under my feet, and everything around me felt heavy and still. Except my chest. That felt tight. Like I was forgetting how to breathe. Gabriel had finally settled for the night. His soft, steady breaths crackled through the baby monitor next to me, a small sound in the silence, but somehow, it grounded me. Inside, I could hear the soft murmur of water running in the pipe, someone showering or maybe filling the sink. Alessandro’s voice floated in from the backyard, low and calm, probably smoothing over a late business call. That’s just who he was: steady, composed. Always showing up for the hard parts, no fuss. I just wanted a moment. One quiet breath in the dark. But of course, he found me. “You look tired,” Adrian said. Like he didn’t already know exactly why. I didn’t turn aroun

Alessandro’s POVAs soon as we entered the farmhouse, I sensed Adrian's gaze frequently shifting toward Sarah, resting just a tad too long, his steps always a bit too near to hers. He moved as if he was unsure of his position now, or perhaps he was aware and simply indifferentI tried to brush it off for Sarah’s sake. This weekend was supposed to be a break from everything, a chance to reconnect in a space away from the noise. But Adrian’s presence, his calculated charm, his convenient timing it was starting to get under my skin.Still, I stayed quiet. Watched. Waited.But when I saw him follow her out to the back patio, something inside me snapped. I didn’t even think I just followed.The air outside had cooled, but the heat in my chest was simmering as I stepped out and caught the tail end of his words. That same, tired speech. The I-still-care line. The emotional fishing for a response. He was always good at that, knowing just how to sound vulnerable without ever taking true account

Adrian’s POVI stood at the edge of the farmhouse veranda, watching the last streaks of gold fade from the sky. The echo of Sarah’s anger, the way she looked at me—as if I didn’t matter anymore hit deeper than I expected. Not because I was surprised, but because I hated that I still cared. That she could look at me with so much distance in her eyes… like I was a shadow she’d long outgrown.And Alessandro—of course, always playing the knight in shining armor. Shielding her, clutching onto her like she’s his prize for enduring whatever perfect man pain he pretends to carry. I saw it in his eyes today. He doesn’t trust me. Good. He shouldn’t.But what neither of them seems to understand is this: I’m not going anywhere. I can’t.Because no matter how much Sarah tries to erase me, we’re connected. Tied together in ways Alessandro will never be able to replace.Gabriel is part of me — and whether she liked it or not, that tied us together. I drew in a deep breath, swallowing the bitterness in