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Author: Siwa Rose
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-05 00:49:00

Viola McCoy

"A car that just delivered them," the guard says, nodding toward the flowers. "Are they from your husband?"

I smile. "Yes."

The guard grins. "You’re really lucky."

I nod, still smiling as he helps me place the flowers in my car. Before I leave, I take a picture with them because this is what happy wives do, right? They take pictures of the sweet gestures their husbands make, post them, cherish them.

I head back inside, and the moment I step into the office, my colleagues erupt into cheers.

“You’re so lucky, Viola!” someone calls.

"Julian is such a dream," another voice chimes in.

I laugh lightly, tucking my hair behind my ear, letting their excitement take over me, even if a small voice in my head whispers that something doesn’t feel quite right.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Logan walk past.

He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t acknowledge me.

Fine.

I won’t let him bother me.

I settle into my seat just as Linda appears, tapping my desk. “Your
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  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Win

    Logan ReynoldsI’m half-asleep when the buzz jerks me awake. The screen glares back at me — 11:30 p.m. I groan and shift onto my side, ready to silence it, but the name stops me.Viola.I stare at it. She’s been calling. And I’ve been ignoring. I thought she’d give up. I was counting on it, honestly. But now, for some reason I can’t name, I pick up.“Hello?” I croak.But it’s not her voice. It’s a man. “Hey, uh… sorry to bother you. You’re listed as an emergency contact for a Viola McCoy?”My stomach clenches. “Yeah. Is she okay?”“She’s at my bar. Drunk. I’m closing up soon, just didn’t want to leave her alone.”He sounds casual, but my heart's already slamming in my chest. I throw the covers off and I'm already reaching for my coat. “Is she hurt? Is she… alright?”“She’s breathing, man. Just slurring and barely awake. Figured she needed someone.”I’m not even wearing socks. “Where are you? Shit—what bar?”There’s a pause, then he rattles off an address. I mutter a quick “I’ll be the

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Away

    Viola McCoy The lock clicks behind me, and I step into the apartment.It’s quiet. .The city outside hums faintly through the windows. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway is soaked in warm orange from the evening sun bleeding through the curtains. My heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I head straight to the bedroom like I’ve been holding my breath all day.I toss my bag on the armchair and grab my phone off the nightstand.Still nothing from him.I unlock it and text Amirah.Viola: Where are you?Seconds pass. Then it buzzes.Amirah: Had errands to run. Be back soon xxI sigh and let the phone slip from my hand. It lands softly on the duvet.My chest is tight. The kind of tight that feels like something’s crawling up my throat but won’t come out. I press a hand to my sternum and close my eyes for a second.Maybe I’m just tired.Maybe I’m just—Buzz.I snatch the phone back up, my heart instantly skipping. I don’t even think before I look.Please. Pleas

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Away

    Viola McCoy The lock clicks behind me, and I step into the apartment.It’s quiet. .The city outside hums faintly through the windows. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway is soaked in warm orange from the evening sun bleeding through the curtains. My heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I head straight to the bedroom like I’ve been holding my breath all day.I toss my bag on the armchair and grab my phone off the nightstand.Still nothing from him.I unlock it and text Amirah.Viola: Where are you?Seconds pass. Then it buzzes.Amirah: Had errands to run. Be back soon xxI sigh and let the phone slip from my hand. It lands softly on the duvet.My chest is tight. The kind of tight that feels like something’s crawling up my throat but won’t come out. I press a hand to my sternum and close my eyes for a second.Maybe I’m just tired.Maybe I’m just—Buzz.I snatch the phone back up, my heart instantly skipping. I don’t even think before I look.Please. Pleas

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Stay

    Logan Reynolds My head hurts.Damn.And it’s because of her. Viola.Because she said those three fucking words to me like they meant something. Like they had weight. Like they belonged.“I love you.”She was drunk. Hell, she could barely stand. I knew it. Knew she didn’t mean it the way it sounded. It was probably just a slip—some careless, offhanded thing her lips threw out into the dark while her mind wandered someplace else. Maybe she said it to Julian once and forgot how it tasted.But still.It kept me up all night.The sentence rolled around in my head like a song on repeat. Not a love song. Not even close. It was more like a warning. A slow, poisonous whisper worming its way into the cracks of my skull. I laid there staring at the ceiling like it had answers. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.By the time I actually doze off, it’s well past sunrise.When I finally sit up, the room is heavy with heat and stale air, and the clock on my nightstand is blinking 1:42 p.m.Shit.A kno

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Dream

    Viola McCoy The lock clicks behind me, and I step into the apartment.It’s quiet. .The city outside hums faintly through the windows. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The hallway is soaked in warm orange from the evening sun bleeding through the curtains. My heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I head straight to the bedroom like I’ve been holding my breath all day.I toss my bag on the armchair and grab my phone off the nightstand.Still nothing from him.I unlock it and text Amirah.Viola: Where are you?Seconds pass. Then it buzzes.Amirah: Had errands to run. Be back soon xxI sigh and let the phone slip from my hand. It lands softly on the duvet.My chest is tight. The kind of tight that feels like something’s crawling up my throat but won’t come out. I press a hand to my sternum and close my eyes for a second.Maybe I’m just tired.Maybe I’m just—Buzz.I snatch the phone back up, my heart instantly skipping. I don’t even think before I look.Please. Pleas

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Adhere

    Logan Reynolds It’s almost 2 a.m. and no one’s sleeping. Not really. Not when a wedding has just gone up in flames.The lounge is still lit. A few people are around Susan, draped over her like a shroud of sympathy but I know none of it is real. Her mascara is smudged, cheeks blotchy, but she’s nodding at every comforting word like she hears them. She doesn’t. She’s somewhere else entirely.Fred’s vanished, of course. Gone the second the truth hit the air. I’d bet money he’s holed up in some closet or stairwell with a flask and a shattered ego.Julian’s pacing the lounge like a man with something to prove. His fists keep clenching like he’s imagining what he’d do if he got his hands on Fred. “I’ll kill him,” he keeps muttering. “I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill him.”He won’t. We all know he won’t. That guy doesn’t have the guts to kill a spider, let alone a man. But it makes him feel like a protector, like he still has a role to play in all this.I lean against the pillar ne

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