Wedcuffed

Chapter 58

Alessandro's POV

As I held Sarah in my arms, the weight of everything she had just confessed crushed me. Adrian had done this to her—not once, but over and over again. The bastard had controlled her, violated her, and somehow even after the divorce, he still haunted her. Every muscle in my body was tense with the urge to protect her, to shield her from the darkness that Adrian had forced her into. But it wasn't enough. I needed to make sure he could never touch her—or anyone else—again.

The thought of Adrian walking around, breathing the same air as us, made my blood boil. He deserved more than jail. He deserved to suffer for every single thing he had done to her, for every moment of fear and helplessness she had endured. I would see to it that he rotted behind bars, but not before I made sure every day in there would be hell for him.

I pulled back slightly, looking down at Sarah's tear-streaked face. She had been through so much, and yet here she was, strong enough to still keep fighting. My anger toward Adrian simmered just beneath the surface, but I couldn't let it spill out now—not when Sarah needed me to stay calm, to be her rock.

"Adrian won't get away with this," I whispered, my voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of fury. "I'll make sure he pays for everything he's done."

Sarah looked up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. "I don't want him to have any more power over us."

"He doesn't," I said firmly, brushing a tear from her cheek. "He never will again."

Inside, though, my mind was racing. I knew the right people. I had connections in law enforcement, in places that Adrian would never see coming. The jail was just the beginning for him. I would make sure that, once behind bars, his life would become a living nightmare. 

Every day, he would pay for what he had done to Sarah. Every day, he would remember that he had crossed the wrong person.

But I couldn't tell Sarah that. Not now. Not when she was so fragile.

Instead, I held her close and whispered reassurances, promises that we would get through this together. I would protect her and Gabriel—always.

The next morning, after Sarah had finally fallen asleep, I made a few calls. Quietly, deliberately, I started laying the groundwork for Adrian's downfall. Contacts in the police force, friends in high places—people who would make sure that Adrian's time behind bars was more than just a punishment. It would be a living hell both inside the jail and his outside world.

But my focus wasn't only on revenge. Sarah needed stability now, and that included her company. She had been juggling so much already, and with everything she had been through, I knew the last thing she needed was the added stress of running her business alone.

I looked over at her, still curled up in bed, her body finally relaxed in sleep. She had built her company from the ground up—her pride and joy, and something Adrian had tried to sabotage time and time again. But not anymore.

I made another call, this time to her board. They would get my full support to keep things running smoothly while she took the time to heal. I'd help her balance everything out. Whether she needed me to step in temporarily or just be a silent partner, I was ready to support her in any way she needed. Sarah had been carrying this weight for too long. Now it was time for her to breathe, to heal, and to rebuild on her own terms.

Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Ester, Sarah's best friend, standing there with an expression of deep concern. The last me and Sarah had met Ester was after Gabriel's birth