Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Sarah POVThe paper trembled a little in my hands as I stood there motionless, as if what it held in it was too much for me to handle at all. Heartbreak and also incredulity collided within that agonising space in which my breath became truly trapped. Hoping that I’d misunderstood, this time more slowly, I then read it once more. But every single word sank ever deeper since each one was just a blow I had not been ready for.Mira Solanki. Sexual harassment complaint. ...tied to it was Alessandro’s name...I did look up at him, the man whom I had permitted in all parts of my life. Gabriel’s world, as my home, my heart. Alessandro was the man who’d been my safe place from when everything fell apart. I trusted in this person with both my son and also my recovery. I was hardly brave enough to share my dreams aloud before them.Pale, his gaze was directed down towards the ground and his lips parted open like he contemplated speech, but the words were absent. He held his arms up and kept hi

Alessandro POVI stood there then, watching the woman I loved as those same eyes scanned that godforsaken document Adrian had handed to her, crumbling in front of me like that thing was a grenade. Maybe it was because of my awareness of that explosion at the moment when her face shifted from out of confusion to one of disbelief to something which was scarier than any of her anger. Proximity. She was simply quite close by. Yet, it felt as if she stood beyond a canyon, unreachable. I did want to fix it, God. How can you fix something that is still broken, even though it's unknown to you?I thought about having buried it in the past. Mira caused that nightmare many years ago. My life then feels so distant from my current self. I had been too trusting and also foolish when I was young. I never touched her. By me, any line was never crossed. But Mira spiralled after things ended. I tried to reason with her, but she twisted everything. She wanted revenge. And she contracted it to a quite se

Adrian POVThe city still felt cold, yet the chill in my bones shifted not from warming, but toward purposing. I finally had a plan.My fixed eyes held toward Alessandro’s digital trail as I sat there. His online presence lit up just like a roadmap. Past connections simply remained to resurface. Now I knew better. Half-truths and whispers wouldn’t be enough. Suspicion alone was not enough to break them. More was needed. I needed leverage. Misdirection.For the job I needed an insider.That’s when it clicked.Chloe.Chloe was one of those cracks and the edges cracked at Sarah’s perfect little world always. Though they were step-sisters in just name, five minutes with them revealed for them a mutual dislike. I remembered Chloe's subtle digs during family dinners and Sarah's forced smiles as she pretended not to hear. But I heard them. I felt the tension.Chloe did not just dislike Sarah she resented Sarah.That kind of bitterness? It could be moulded. Turned into something useful.I did

Sarah POVI gazed at my reflection in the mirror as I was wrapped in my robe with my hand holding Alessandro's text shining like a ray of hope.“Of late, I know that things have not been easy. I wish to try to improve things now, though if you can grant me one night. No expectations. Honesty is a little for me and for you just. I’ll be waiting.”My heart ached. Those words' sincerity hit at something raw inside me. I longed for us, longed for him. The soft laughter that once filled our home, missed from the warmth of our mornings. But pain changes things. Through doubt, people you love most become strangers.A knock then did occur at just about that moment.I said “Come in,” not looking up.I knew the perfume before the door opened fully. Chanel No. 5. Chloe's signature. Of course.Like to a queen visiting of a kingdom she meant for to burn down, she stepped inside.A sad drama villain grasped a wine glass while a silk robe was fastened with precision. She did love always loved to put

Sarah POVI didn’t sleep.Not even close.I sat curled up on the couch for hours, similar to a lost hope, the meal Marta had purchased crumpled near me.Every sound outside made my heart race with eagerness: the impressive wind at the windows, a siren far off, cars buzzing quietly as they passed.I envisioned it I kept musing. Mira. The way he left. My name did seem to hold no real importance at that moment in time.I had tried in order that I would not check the time.It was not possible for one not to notice such a cold space beside me on that couch by 2:57 a.m.I had not moved from that spot. Didn’t bother to change.The sound then reached to me.The front door opened slowly. Someone tried to move silently, attempting to avoid detection. Apparently, he was entering a chamber full of ghosts. Deliberate slow footsteps followed him.I stood up then without even thinking of it.And there he was.Alessandro.He looked on with the jacket draped over one shoulder, hollow eyes exhausted, ja