Semua Bab Wedcuffed: Bab 241 - Bab 250

Sarah POVI needed air.Actual air. Not the type clinging onto my skin like strain, ambition, and champagne-scented dampness. The conference supper was busy behind me even though I couldn't remain another second. My cheeks were hurt from my smile. My spine has stiffened. This is because of standing overly tall. God, also my heart, and something that is tangled in my heart I did not want to identify.My heels clicked lightly on the smooth marble floor when I entered the lift corridor. Lofty windows filtered in the buzz of city lights as it was deserted and still. I squeezed my shawl tightly about me then waited while pressing the phone button.Within my head were Adrian's persistent touches, Alessandro's inscrutable gazes, and all the men who had come at me like I was a prize.Only retiring to my room was my desire. I wanted for the removal of this clothing and to breathe out so quietly there.I entered in that moment without turning around when the lift doors opened with a gentle ring

Sarah POVThe elevator doors slid shut behind me yet his presence remained palpable a weight constricting hanging aloft similar to the specter from a talk I hoped to dodge. I did not think even once. My heels struck on the marble floor in sharp, purposeful steps as I moved quickly. Each single click echoed with my own anger steadily since it bit so hard and was not at all willing to bend.I was not going to fall apart, thus I was determined. I would never fall to pieces.Not this time.Not for any man.My chest felt tight, my hands had been shaking, but my spine was steel. In any hallway, I would not cry. Because Alessandro had decided at this point that he was entitled to have a moment of my life, I would not fall to pieces.When he walked away then, just a moment of my body, without even asking what it had cost for me to put myself back together.He kissed me.And worse?I kissed him back.For a second.One damned second. That second of time felt like betrayal then.Not of him. Of me

Sarah POVEvening – New York CityDim lights shone, polished wood paneled, and gentle wine glasses clinked since well-timed discussions carried the silence while the restaurant shone like a jewel box nestled into a quiet Manhattan nook.Elegant without becoming garish As always, I arrived five minutes before early. Punctuality was more than habit so respect seemed language.The warm, discreet hostess led me to a table near the window. Outside, the city shimmered alive with weekend energy. Inside, I was with all poise a silk blouse, also tailored trousers, and hair pinned back in soft waves. My red lipstick was immaculately in its place. I did not dress in order to impress him. I dressed for the woman becoming one refusing shrinkage.7:58 p.m. At my phone, I glanced quickly.Nothing.I finished my initial wine glass fast. It vanished by 8:10. The gentle smile of the waiter, who offered another, said that he was used to seeing women wait, and I hated that.I stopped pretending before 8

Sarah POV The café was one of those comfortable West Town staples, daylight spilled right through tall windows, people discussed thick alongside the fragrance of dim cook and warm cake, also mumbled discussions coasted underneath a jazz playlist that never attempted so very difficult.It was just the kind of put I utilized to pass on my way to some place else because I had promised myself I'd halt in sometime in the not so distant future.That specific someday had at last arrived on this day. My hair was loosely knotted as well as I carried a baby carrier. A silk scarf had been thrown right over a white button down just like armor disguised as complete ease.Ester sat already as I walked in, while a carafe of juice plus two cappuccinos steamed between us. The moment that she saw me, she lit up and she rose partway from her chair not for me, but for Gabriel, who was tucked snugly against my chest and dozing calmly.“There’s my favorite small man,” she cooed. She brushed a finger along

Sarah POVThe stroller rolled smoothly along the very pavement, and its gentle rhythm synced with just the quiet hum of thoughts. Gabriel's small hand was near an extravagant giraffe, as I let myself smile steadily for once. The sun filtered up through the spring canopy, and warmth dappled the walkway. The city both lived and also breathed. Light from sunset subdued sounds then blurred outlines.These walks had become sacred things. There is a breath amid boardroom battles. Schedules for late-night feeding are also present. A ritual absent of all the noise that reminded me about my identity. Without Alessandro. Without Adrian. My name lacks any shadows that tend to cling. Out here I could remember who I was, pushing my son through the city I helped conquer not the woman they tried to break.However calm lacks duration in the city.I was just three blocks away from our favorite café, and I just turned right around the corner onto Amsterdam when I heard it high heels and higher voices. T