Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wedcuffed: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Adrian POV"She's still my wife. Not his. I have a right to her."The thought gnawed at me, relentless and savage. Behind that closed door, anything could be happening. The image of Sarah willingly choosing him, letting him into the spaces that were once mine, made my blood boil. My fists clenched at my sides as jealousy twisted into a dark, bitter knot in my chest.But I reminded myself of the cold, inescapable truth — she wasn't my concern anymore. I had signed the divorce papers. Soon enough, in a matter of months, I would be free to build a life with Jessica and our child.I repeated this fact in my head like a desperate mantra, trying to dull the ache that gnawed at my pride. Sarah's choices shouldn't matter to me anymore. They wouldn't.Taking a steadying breath, I straightened my clothes and forced my emotions back into their cage. With every ounce of strength I had left, I turned on my heel, pushed aside the searing pain, and walked out of her house without looking back. As I

Adrian POV"Stop lying, Jessica. I heard everything. Tell me the truth why did you fake your pregnancy?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fury.Jessica's face turned pale, but she quickly tried to regain composure. "I... I only faked it so you'd come back to me and divorce Sarah," she stammered tensely, her voice faltering.The confession hit me like a punch to the gut. My fists clenched, and I struggled to keep my composure. "What about the lies about Sarah's affair? The stories you fed me? I know the truth now, Jessica. I know you've been lying for years, so don't give me this bullshit."Her eyes darted around nervously, searching for an escape, but there was none. "Adrian, I did it for us," she insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. "You don't know how cunning Sarah is. She always tries to take what's mine—"I cut her off sharply. "Enough, Jessica. Stop twisting the truth. My mind is finally piecing it all together. It was you who had issues with Sarah, not the other way

Sarah P.O.VAfter the chaotic morning with Adrian and Alessandro, I decided I needed a break—a day away from the office to collect my thoughts. But as I paced around my apartment, the weight of unfinished work loomed over me. Reluctantly, I changed my mind and headed to the office.It was nearly 11 a.m. when I arrived, the morning sun already high in the sky, casting sharp shadows across the glass façade of the building. The familiar hum of office life greeted me as I walked towards my cabin. Employees buzzed around, tapping away at keyboards and exchanging hushed conversations. My eyes landed on Ester, seated at her desk, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at her laptop screen.I approached her, crossing my arms over my chest. “Where were you last night? I was worried about you, Ester.” My tone was a mixture of concern and mild exasperation.Ester looked up, her expression shifting to one of amusement. “Well, it should be me asking you that, Cinderella. Where did you dis

Sarah POVThe familiar deep, velvety voice filled the silence of my office, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.“Hello, Sarah.”I clenched the phone tighter in my hand, heart skipping for reasons I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. His tone was confident, tinged with warmth and a hint of mischief. Alessandro Dante never sounded unsure.“I assume you received the bouquet?”“Yes.” I kept my voice steady, masking the confusion that lingered. “It was… unexpected.”A pause followed, thick with unspoken thoughts. I could almost picture the faint smile tugging at his lips.“Sometimes the best things are,” he said smoothly.I leaned back in my chair, my fingers absently curling around the phone cord. “Is this your way of convincing me to have dinner with you?”“Convincing you?” His voice turned playful. “I was hoping you'd already decided.”Despite myself, a small laugh escaped my lips. “Bold assumption.”“Well,” he quipped, “I like to think boldness gets results.”I couldn’t suppress the

Sarah POVAdrian’s presence loomed in the room, his broad frame tense, yet his eyes brimming with a desperate softness that belied his usual arrogance. He took a step closer, his voice low and pleading.“Sarah, you said you forgave me, right?” His fingers curled around my hand, firm but trembling. “Then, baby, why can’t you come back to the mansion and be with me?”I stood rooted in place, my breath catching in my throat. His words, that familiar endearment I had once longed to hear, now felt hollow.“I said I forgive you, Adrian,” I said, meeting his gaze head-on, “but I can’t forget what you did. I can’t forget how you treated me. I can’t go back to living with you and pretend like nothing ever happened.”His face contorted, sorrow etching deep lines across his otherwise perfect features.“Sarah, I know I hurt you—badly. You have every right to be mad at me,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. “But I want to fix things between us. I want to fix this marriage. I want to get to