All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Sarah’s POVA few days had passed since that evening.Ever since I've seen Adrian.The house didn’t feel as suffocating anymore.Ester made sure of that. She filled the rooms with warmth and soft sunlight, and she shared stories almost daily in addition to new flowers, plus the special love a best friend provides. She did not make a demand for feelings I was not ready to express, or put pressure on me to talk. She just stayed, so she offered her companionship then. She gently reminded me that I had got my back.But most of all, it was Alessandro.Alessandro, who never drowned me either. Alessandro quietly stitches all of the broken pieces of me back together again. He did this without asking for anything in return for it.He had laced his fingers with mine, also whispered, “Let’s go out,“ when I had curled into myself, terrified to step outside the door.Just for five minutes. I’ll be right here.”He didn’t force me. He didn’t drag me. He simply walked beside me.It started with a rela

Alessandro’s POVThe war wasn’t over.Not yet.The recordings, Adrian’s filth, his own words damning him, sat secure in my possession. I hadn’t leaked them. Not yet. The world didn’t deserve that victory until I cornered him within the court where it mattered most, where his arrogance would shatter as undeniable evidence weighed on it.A public scandal would scorch his name, but a courtroom defeat would bury it for good.I wanted Sarah to be the one to end him, not just me.She needed to stand, to fight, to see herself win.And she was ready.It took time, patience, and nights when I held her while she trembled. But slowly, she stood. Slowly, she chose to confront him.I had told her, “You are not his victim anymore. You’re his reckoning.”I could see it in her now, the fight, the resolve.Sarah had filed for divorce before.But now Sarah had also pressed harassment charges.She chose the battlefield.I would arm her.The recordings would remain untouched until the court dates, until

Sarah’s POVSitting at the kitchen table, my heart was basically doing cartwheels in my chest, could’ve sworn I left it back in the living room somewhere. Waiting for Ester was torture. Alessandro had peaced out earlier, after pulling his usual smooth move, calmed her down with a kiss and one of those “trust me, it’ll all be fine” lines. I mean, I wanted to believe him. Really, I did. But faith isn’t exactly my strong suit these days.However, it was still difficult for one to overcome a dark fear. Adrian had gone from that darkness, and it loomed still quite large. His recognition is what the court's concern needs. Ester entered with soft concern on her expression, so the door groaned. A cup of tea was put by her before me.Then she did walk across that table. Ester realised that I needed composure because her quietness spoke volumes sufficiently, and she understood me. Beginning was something about which I had no clue. Revealing everything felt like it might completely untangle me,

Adrian POVMore than Ten days.Goddamn days locked in that hellhole.The walls of that estate, Alessandro’s little private playground, had closed in on me like a vice. Concrete, cold steel, guards who didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, just followed orders like shadows stitched to his shoes.I’d been stripped of my phone, my watch, even my voice when they first dragged me there.No one knew. No one could trace it.And Alessandro? He’d stood in front of me every single day, his eyes carved out of ice, tossing words like they were bullets, each one loaded with that smug righteousness he wears like a second skin.He thought he broke me. He thought I’d beg. He thought I’d shatter.But no. No. I was Adrian Parker.I bided my time, ate their food, kept my hands clean, and waited until he thought whatever ‘message’ he wanted to send had been delivered.When he finally told his men to let me go, just like that.He wanted to see me crushed? Not today. Not ever.And the genius part of his plan? I

Sarah POVDays went by, much akin to how drops of water fall down the window on a rainy day. I could no longer sense time in any way since all it felt like was moving from one moment to another as slowly as possible.Identifying where one day ends or where the next starts really did not matter to me anymore.Adding to all this, there was an endless amount of distractions in life that made it impossible for me to experience even a sliver of silence.The news cycles wouldn't stop.“Sarah Darell, CEO of Amarioo Enterprises, Accused of Ruining Family for Alleged Affair.”“Adrian Parker: The Victim Husband Fighting for His Son.”“Sources Confirm Alessandro Dante’s Role in Sarah Darell’s Life—Is This More Than Business?”Every headline felt like a knife. Every whisper I caught in the grocery store, the lingering glances when I dared step outside, chipped away at me.I wasn’t just fighting Adrian anymore.I was fighting the world.They were in love with him, Adrian, you polished, you charming