All Chapters of Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

52 Chapters

The Protector

[MARCUS'S POV]Sandra walks into the conference room wearing navy blue.Professional. Polished. Perfect.She smiles at me as she takes her seat. "Morning, Marcus.""Morning."I've been the station manager for fifteen years. Seen hundreds of anchors come and go.But Sandra is different.She's smart. Charismatic. Made for television.And I'm in love with her.I know I shouldn't be. Know it's unprofessional. Inappropriate. Dangerous even.But I can't help it.From the moment she walked into her interview six weeks ago, I was hooked.The way she carried herself. The confidence in her voice. The fire in her eyes.She reminded me of everything I'd been missing in my life.Purpose. Passion. Something worth fighting for.So when Diana started complaining about Sandra's behavior, I defended her.When other producers raised concerns, I dismissed them.When Alessia came to me asking for Sandra to be reassigned, I said no.Because Sandra deserves a chance.She deserves to be here.And I'll mak

The War

[ALESSIA'S POV]Sandra stole my story.Again.The city council corruption piece I've been working on for three months. The one with sources I cultivated. Documents I obtained. Interviews I conducted.This morning, I come in to find Sandra presenting it as her own work.On air.Live.I stand in the control room, watching her on the monitor.She's smooth. Confident. Delivering my words like they came from her mouth first."This is unacceptable," I say to the producer beside me.He won't meet my eyes. "Marcus approved it.""Marcus approved her stealing my work?""He said it was a collaborative piece.""I never collaborated with her. She took my files without permission.""Take it up with Marcus."I storm out of the control room. Down the hall. Straight to Marcus's office.I don't knock. Just push the door open.He looks up from his desk. "Alessia—""Sandra is on air right now presenting my story. My work. My sources. And you approved it?""It's a breaking story. We needed to get it o

The Question

[ALEXANDER'S POV]I keep having the same dream.There's a woman with dark hair. Standing in a room full of light. She's smiling at me. Reaching out her hands.And when I run to her, she hugs me so tight I can't breathe.But it feels good. Safe. Like home.Then I wake up.And Mom is standing in my doorway, asking if I'm okay.I always say yes.But I'm not sure anymore.It started at the party. The fancy one with all the boring adults.I was eating cookies when I saw her.The woman from my dream.Standing by the dessert table. Wearing a blue dress.I thought she was Mom at first. Same hair. Same height.So I ran to her and hugged her.But when she turned around, she wasn't Mom.She was someone else.Someone who looked at me like she knew me. Really knew me.Not the way adults usually look at kids. Like we're cute or small or need help.She looked at me like I mattered. Like I was important.And when she asked my name, her voice was soft. Gentle. Almost sad.Then Mom came and yell

At This Point

[MRS. SEAMAN'S POV]Alexander's question haunts me."Do you know a woman with dark hair who works at Mom's news station?"The way he looked at me. Like he already knew the answer but needed someone to confirm it.Like his soul was reaching out for the truth even if his mind couldn't grasp it yet.I should have told him right then.Should have sat him down and explained everything.But I didn't.Because I've spent seven years protecting Sandra. Making excuses for her. Convincing myself that her lies were acts of desperation rather than manipulation.But watching Alexander's face last night changed something in me.That boy deserves to know where he came from.And Sandra has no right to keep it from him.I'm sitting in the garden when Robert comes home from the office.He's carrying his briefcase. Tie loosened. Looking tired."Margaret." He kisses my cheek. "How was your day?""We need to talk."He stops. Studies my face. "What's wrong?""Everything. Sit down."He sets his briefca

The Escape

[SANDRA'S POV]I drive home too fast with my heart pounding in my ears and my breath feels like I'm drowning.Robert knows.After seven years of perfect lies, perfect acting, perfect control and he knows.And if he knows, everyone will know.Edward will tell Alessia. Margaret will spread it through the family. And eventually, Alexander will find out.My son.No. Not my son. That's what they'll say.Alessia's son.The one I stole and pretending to love. The one who was never really mine except he is mine.I've spent seven years proving it.I'm the one who held him when he cried. Fed him when he was hungry. Taught him his ABCs and how to tie his shoes.Alessia just carried him for nine months and then walked away.She doesn't get to come back now and claim him.I won't let her.When I get home, the house is dark.Alexander is asleep upstairs. The nanny left hours ago.I pour myself a glass of wine. Then another. Then another.My phone buzzes.A text from Marcus: We need to talk. Cal

The Chase

[ALESSIA'S POV]The phone rings at five in the morning.I'm already awake. Haven't slept well in weeks. Too many dreams about Alexander. Too many what-ifs.I reach for the phone without looking."Hello?""Alessia, it's Margaret." Her voice is shaking. Panicked. "Sandra took Alexander. They're gone."I sit up so fast the room spins. "What do you mean gone?""Robert confronted her last night. Told her he knows about the contract. About everything. And this morning we went to her house and they're both gone. Suitcases. Passports. Everything."Jeffrey turns on the lamp beside me. "What's wrong?"I wave him off. "Where did they go?""We don't know. But Robert's people are tracking her credit cards. Her phone. Anything they can find.""Why would she run?""Because she knows we're going to fight the contract. Take Alexander back. Give him to you."The words should make me happy. Relieved. Hopeful.But all I feel is terror.Because Sandra is desperate. And desperate people do dangerou

All Broken, But Restored With Peace

[SANDRA'S POV]Dr. Chen's office doesn't look like a therapy room.No couch,notepad Just two comfortable chairs facing each other and a window overlooking a garden.I sit in one chair. She sits in the other."Thank you for coming, Sandra.""The judge said I had to you know part of the custody agreement.""Yes. But you're here and that's what matters."I don't respond. Just stare at the garden outside. Everything is green and alive and growing. Everything except me."How are you feeling?" Dr. Chen asks."How do you think I'm feeling? I lost my son. My husband divorced me. My family doesn't trust me. The entire city thinks I'm a monster. How should I feel?""Then I feel like garbage. I feel like the world would be better off if I disappeared."She doesn't react. Doesn't look shocked or concerned. Just nods like I said something perfectly normal."Tell me about Alexander.""What about him?""How is the custody arrangement working?""It's not. He spends one week with me and I can s

Between Two Homes

[ALEXANDER'S POV]Sandra's house feels too big but I've lived here my whole life. Know every room, every corner, every squeaky floorboard.But now it feels like a hotel. Clean, and empty. Not really mine.I'm sitting in my room, unpacking my backpack from Alessia's house.The clothes smell different here. Alessia uses a different detergent. Something that smells like lavender and vanilla.Sandra uses something expensive. No smell. Just clean.I hold one of my shirts to my face and breathe in. It reminds me of Alessia's kitchen, Jeffrey making pancakes, and of davison teaching me basketball at home.Then I put it in the hamper because by tomorrow it'll smell like Sandra's house again.Like this house.Like the place I live but don't quite belong anymore.Sandra tries really hard.That's the thing I notice most this week.She makes my favorite foods, asks about school and offers to watch movies together.But it all feels forced. Like she's reading from a script someone gave her."Ho

The Evil Mind

[SANDRA'S POV]Alexander's backpack sits by the front door.I packed everything i know he will be needeming when he gets to Alessia's place this morning. His clothes, toothbrush and his favorite stuffed bear even though he says he's too old for it now.Everything he needs for a week at Alessia's house.Seven days without him, seven days of eating dinner alone. Sleeping in a house that echoes and waking up to silence.I've done this three times now since the custody agreement started but honestly It doesn't get any easier.Alexander comes downstairs, already dressed. He's wearing the shirt Jeffrey bought him. The blue one with the basketball on it.Not the clothes I bought. "Ready?" I ask. My voice sounds normal and firm. Like I'm not dying inside."Yeah mummy. Let's go."We drive in silence. I keep glancing at him in the rearview mirror. He's looking out the window. Tapping his fingers against his leg. The way he always does when he's excited about something.Excited to leave me. "Ar

She's Gone

[JEFFREY'S POV]Alessia left the house at exactly 5:47 AM.I know because I watched her go. Kissed her goodbye at the door. Told her to drive safe.She smiled and said she'd see me tonight. That we'd order Chinese and watch a movie with the boys.Normal morning. Normal goodbye. Except she never made it to work.The call comes at 8:13 AM.Diana. Alessia's manager."Jeffrey, is Alessia with you?""No. She left for work hours ago. Why?""She's not here. We've been calling her phone. It goes straight to voicemail."My hand stops halfway to the coffee pot. "What do you mean she's not there? She had the morning broadcast.""I know. That's why I'm calling. She never showed up. Marcus had to cover for her. We thought maybe she was sick, but then we tried calling and…….""Her phone is off?""Or dead. We don't know. Jeffrey, this isn't like her. Alessia doesn't miss broadcasts. Ever so what's wrong?." I'm already moving, grabbing my keys, phone and my jacket."I'm sure there's an explanatio

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