All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Sarah POVSaturday | 9:12 AMSarah's Apartment.The knock came just as I settled Gabriel into his high chair with his favorite teether giraffe and a half-mashed banana. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not this early. We’d had that week, not until after. I went barefoot to the door in faded sleep shirt and leggings, one oatmeal handprint of Gabriel’s near my hip, and pushed a hair strand back.It was there that he was when I opened up the door.Alessandro.He wore jeans also a navy sweater. He was so casual, so I rarely saw him. He did not have any tailored suit. He did not have a phone against his ear. His hair was in a slightly wind-swept style, and he had one duffel bag over his shoulder. And his free hand held onto a car seat carrier.My brows lifted. “Are you feeling restless” Maybe that is just a midlife crisis.He smirked. “Close. I’m kidnapping you. Both of you.”“Excuse me?”His voice was low and calm when he said, “Weekend getaway.” “No, Adrian. No press. No emails. “Gabriel, also

Adrian POVWednesday | 7:20 PMThe restaurant hadn’t changed. It remains faintly lit, offering up a foggy glimpse into all of the nighttime traffic near salt-stained windows. A faint hum of all the talking and all the clinking silverware enveloped me just like a cloud. I did scarcely heard anything, even with this sound surrounding even me.I was watching the door.For years, Sarah and I had not sat across from each other at this very restaurant. We were still then married back then, at least just on paper. We wore in public such mask of a polished power couple, envied as well as admired in our world by people. However, the reality happened to be uglier. This ugliness stayed private then. I was suffocating it already with the selfishness of mine, while Sarah tried to breathe life into a marriage that was dying. I was in a reckless way seeing Jessica on the side. I justified it as for my love Jessica and convinced myself it was as harmless, Sarah as for a liability.Our family, the medi

Sarah POVThe door shut with just a quiet noise.It was quiet. Too quiet. Buzzing just like static against the skin, it was of the kind of silence that did not soothe.As I remained there for ten full seconds, every nerve echoed with the unmoving phantom of his touch. My blouse gaped right open, and one heel twisted some on my foot.I slowly exhaled, almost afraid that I would breathe too deeply because that action would shatter the thin, shaky hold on myself I had left.What just happened? Tell me?We were tearing each other apart for one moment. Sharp words became weapons at that time. Next, I felt the touch of his fingers inside of me, even dragging me toward that familiar heat. Then he’d pulled away. Just like that. Left me flushed and gasping and trembling but not finished. Like I was just something that could then be thrown away.A lesson. A warning.In the glass wall my reflection caught wild hair, flushed skin, and blown wide pupils. My lips were swollen.My eyes looked… lost.

Sarah POVNext MorningI woke up with smug feelings.I felt something that I had not felt in such a long time, not after the previous night’s wicked performance, not light or easy in fact.Power.Not through maliciousness. That left men bruised as well as crawling, not chilly. Stepping into heels that do finally fit again felt like that warm kind. Like looking into a mirror while seeing the version of yourself, a version who never begged, never bent, and also never forgot her worth.My coffee was made slowly by me. Dressed intentionally. Red lipstick. Hair up. Black blouse tucked into beige tailored trousers. I looked sharp. Polished. It felt as if I had not locked an Italian man of six-foot-two outside of my apartment during the prior night's storm.I smiled to myself.Control was sweet.Amario Office – About 11:23 AMDeep into project coordination, the team worked, and it was a quiet day. It felt productive, mellow. I was walking along the hallway holding a tablet, flipping through n

Alessandro POVBy 9:00 a.m., I was at Amario Enterprises, a necessary stop, and not my usual territory.Sarah with me felt excited to win the Tokyo investor brief right, since it caused a consequence. Last night had pushed the foundation back into place. Now came also the precision work of the revisions, of the translations, of data reshaping, and coordination with those two time zones.The glass conference room upon the 21st floor was truly silent since discussions met with subdued professionalism. Sarah occupied the table's head, intense with enigma. She was dressed in a gown of slate-grey, and her hair was pulled back then.We spoke of little other than the task that we had.She reviewed the figures after completing her work. I addressed translation issues. Formatting was corrected and the deck tightened. Our teams sent overnight updates every thirty minutes, looped in. The revisions had been confirmed by all of the Tokyo translators around noon.Gianna’s assistant, by three o’clock