Todos os capítulos de Wedcuffed: Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

Sarah’s POVIt had been a few weeks since Adrian's sucide, and life, in its quiet, stubborn way, was starting to find stability again. Grief still came through me from time to time, unexpected, but softer, and the days no longer seemed to belong to him.One dusky evening, after Gabriel had fallen asleep and Alessandro had stepped out for a bussiness dinner, Ester, Noah and I remained at home. The apartment buzzed with activity, pieces of fabric hung over the sofa, invitation drafts scattered on the dining table, Ester’s handwriting flowing graceful and confident as she noted final details for her wedding to NoahI was helping them to finalise the wedding preparations when Ester had gone into the kitchen to check on tea, when Noah cleared his throat, fingers tracing the rim of his glass.“I saw him changing after your marraige,” Noah went on, words halting, tangled in regret.“But after he got close to Chloe and Jessica… after he started talking like he could bend anyone to his will. A

Sarah POVThe morning of Ester’s wedding came like a sigh, gentle, gilded, gentle. The sunlight poured through the windows in quiet ribbons, the room warm with a hush that felt sacred, like even the day itself was bending for her.In the mirror, pinning back a curl, I glanced down at where my hand had come to rest involuntarily, strategically, perhaps, but involuntarily, right over my stomach.Just under three months. It was still hard to believe most days.Today felt different. Lighter. Full of something that might’ve been hope.Because today wasn’t about me.Today belonged to Ester.By midmorning the room was a soft frenzy, brushes flip-flopping, lace shaking, voices ricocheting among instruction and giggling.The makeup artist dusted powder under Ester’s eyes with downy lightness, and the hairstylist knotted her curls into an updo that looked casually elegant, but I guessed couldn't possibly have been.I was in all memory, bustling around her, fixing her veil, smoothing the satin o

Sarah’s POVI don’t remember leaving the office.I just remember his back.Alessandro acted like an immovable wall; he didn’t even look in my direction. Ultimately, I find myself in the bathroom, clutching the edge of the sink, as the potent scent of antiseptic soap lingers in the air like a request in my throat.The heels click on along the marble floor, click-clack, click-clack, regulated and predictable to a millisecond, a soundless signal to my nerves to take measures only after I’ve safely prepared for them.However, it did not. It held onto my chest, encircling me so snugly I could scarcely take a breath.Why didn’t he say anything? Why did he just… walk out?The inquiries rushed in, intertwining, suffocating the breath in my chest. My chest lost the ability to rise and fall, my stomach twisted inwards, not with nausea, but with fear.Outside, the city kept moving. Honks continued to sound. Individuals continued to hurry by me, conversing on their phones as if nothing had chang

Sarah POVIn the days that followed, life didn’t turn into a fairytale. It turned into something softer.Quieter.Real.There were days when all the emotions came back, rushing to my mind, like the waves hitting the shore. I couldn't shake off the thought that Alessandro might just leave me.But when I turned in my bed, there he was propped up on one elbow, looking at me in awe, as if I were something fragile yet immensely valuable. At that time, I felt a small weight lift off my chestHis hand would gently rest on my belly, staying there quietly, as if he were silently greeting the baby.At first, the ring on my finger felt strange, almost a little too heavy. Not because it wasn’t beautiful, it was.But because of everything it meant. It meant trust, a new promise, and a home rebuilt not on forgetting the past, but on accepting it.I caught myself turning it over with my thumb while standing at the

Sarah POVThe Wedding DayOur wedding day started under a calm grey sky, as if the clouds were anticipating the moment. The atmosphere was still, a hush that caused me to pause before acting, as if the cosmos was offering me a moment.I felt our baby moving quietly under me as I lay in bed with my hand caressing the little curve of my tummy. It was more of a whisper than a kick, actually.A reminder.All jumbled up in nerves and disbelief, my heart was beating like crazy.This was the day.Our day.And for a moment, just a breath, I let fear in.What if something went wrong?What if it was too much, too fast?What if this ended up being another painful memory, instead of the beginning of something new?Then Alessandro stirred beside me. Drowsy, he reached for me as he usually did, automatically.My thumb makes tiny circles on the back of my hand as my fingers dance around mine. His voice was gruff from slumber; his cheek nuzzled the curve of my neck.My love, he whispered, today belon