Chapter 5
Aradhya sat on the bed, a worn-out diary in her lap.
Her trembling fingers brushed over the ink-stained pages, memories bleeding from every line.
She closed it with a deep sigh.
Aradhya Sharma
(murmuring) I know… I made a mistake that time. A mistake that made me lose my…
She pressed the diary to her chest.
Then, glancing at the door, she sneaked out her phone.
With careful steps, she dialed a number.
Her heart raced as the call connected.
Whispers, quiet words, and a voice on the other side filled the next one hour.
When it ended—her face was glowing.
For the first time in a long while, she smiled.
Alessandro sat on the sofa, his sharp features softened by the little boy on his lap.
Adrian Moretti, their 3-year-old son, giggled as Alessandro’s long fingers brushed through his silky hair.
Aradhya’s heart melted at the sight.
Aradhya Sharma
(brightly) Alessandro… I called my parents today
The warmth in his eyes dulled instantly.
His jaw tightened, but he masked it with a faint smile.
Aradhya Sharma
(excited) They were so happy when I told them we have a son now. They kept asking about Adrian
Alessandro’s hand stilled for a second on the boy’s head.
Aradhya Sharma
(hesitant, then softly) They also told me… about my sister’s marriage. It’s in one month
Adrian looked between his parents innocently, playing with Alessandro’s shirt buttons.
Alessandro Moretti
(flat tone) And you want to go
Aradhya Sharma
(hopeful smile) Yes
The answer came cold, sharp, without hesitation.
Alessandro Moretti
(calm but firm) Because they don’t like me, Aradhya. They never did. To them, I’ll always be the man who stole their daughter… the man unworthy of you.......And I won’t stand in a place where I’m insulted silently with every glance
His words were not cruel, not angry—just true.
Tears welled in her eyes. She bit her lip.
Aradhya Sharma
(whispering, trembling) Please… it’s my sister’s wedding. If not for me… then for Adrian. He deserves to meet his family once
Her voice cracked, soft but powerful.
The little boy looked at his mother curiously, then at his father.
Alessandro’s jaw tightened. His eyes lingered on her face—her tears, her pleading gaze.
Alessandro Moretti
(low, resigned) …Fine. We’ll go
Aradhya Sharma
(smiling through tears) … thank you
She rushed to hug Adrian, kissing his soft hair, hiding her relief.
Alessandro leaned back, eyes on her.
His expression unreadable.
As if he already knew… behind that happiness, she was hiding another storm.
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