All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Sarah's POVThree days had already passed since Alessandro requested space, and every hour seemed like an eternity.I made an effort to keep myself occupied. I plunged myself in work as the sole thing keeping me grounded in reality—emails, meetings, tasks that I used to outsource once occupied my focus. None of them filled the void in my chest. None of them filled the hollowness in my chest.Because when nighttime came, when the world outside hushed and vanished, when the babe finally slept in his crib, Alessandro's words rang louder than anything else:"I believe that we should take a pause."He hadn't given an explanation. He didn't have to, not after what I'd witnessed that night—him, dashing out of the building, with Mira. No explanation, no defense, just silence and that bomb he'd dropped in three in the morning, as I sat waiting on the couch for the candles to burn down.I'd not heard from him since.He hadn't even inquired after Gabriel.And that… that's the bit that used to kee

Sarah’s POVThe days began to blur again, not in the same dull ache that followed Alessandro’s departure, but in the quiet, strange rhythm of something new, unfamiliar. Or perhaps something I’d tried to avoid naming.Adrian was around more often now. Not in a way that felt suffocating, not overt or insistent. Just there. Like a lamp quietly turned on in the corner of a dim room, steady, unremarkable at first, but always present, always warming some small patch of your shadow.He had started picking up on our routines, filling in the silences Alessandro had left behind. Gabriel laughed more when he was around. That squealing, hiccup-laced giggle spilt from his tiny chest when Adrian made ridiculous faces or sang off-key versions of nursery rhymes.I watched them one afternoon. Adrian gently bounced him on one knee while Gabriel reached for his nose with sticky hands.“You’re a menace,” Adrian chuckled, catching his hands midair and kissing his forehead. “Tiny, adorable menace.”I smile

Sarah's POVI don't know when it became normal Adrian being here, taking up the spaces Alessandro used to leave behind.Initially, it had been uncomfortable. Unwelcome, even.I reminded myself that I didn't need assistance, that I could manage everything, that allowing Adrian in would just make things complicated. But eventually, he wore me down.Not with pressure, not with guilt. With kindness.A new coffee mug sat on the counter as I walked into the kitchen at six in the morning, my eyes heavy and my hair messy from yet another night without sleep.When I forgot to change the diapers, he silently delivered a package.When Gabriel got irritable at 2 a.m., and I hadn't even noticed Adrian was still around, I found him slowly walking with my child in his arms, singing softly under his breath.He never made me owe him. Never asked for anything.It was… easy.And I resented the fact that I required easy at the moment.Tonight, after Gabriel had curled up into his cot, I went back downst

Sarah’s POVI wasn’t sure why I said yes.When Ester first brought up the business party, I’d laughed it off — told her I was too tired, too busy, too swamped with Gabriel’s schedules and work deadlines. But she had given me that look — the one that said Sarah, you need a night out or you’ll wither into dust.So here I was, standing in front of the mirror, smoothing down the silky emerald-green dress Ester had practically shoved into my hands. It fit too well, hugged curves I hadn’t paid attention to in months, and left me feeling simultaneously vulnerable and… visible."You look stunning," Ester remarked with a smile from behind me. She donned a smooth black jumpsuit paired with striking gold earrings, her hair tied up, embodying effortless style. "Honestly, Alessandro’s jaw will drop to the ground."I stiffened. “This isn’t about him.”She arched a brow. “Mm-hm.”I sighed, smoothing down the fabric again. “It’s not.”But of course, part of me wondered — if he was going to be there. I

Adrian’s POVI watched from across the room, glass of whiskey in hand, fingers drumming slowly against the side.There she was.Sarah.Radiant, delicate, my Sarah stood under the golden glow of the terrace lights, her head held just a little too high, her smile just a little too forced.And there he was.Alessandro.A dark shadow at the edge of the room, his hand casually resting on Jessica’s lower back, his mouth pulled into that faint, cold smirk.Perfect.Absolutely perfect.I hid a slow smile behind my drink.This was working even better than I thought.For months, I’d watched Sarah fight to keep her life together. I’d been patient so patient slipping quietly into the spaces Alessandro had abandoned. Bottles, diapers, doctor appointments, late-night rocking when Gabriel wouldn’t sleep.I was careful. Never push too hard, never make her feel cornered, never seem like I was expecting anything in return.Just the good guy. Just the reliable friend. Just the man who regrets his action