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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Truth
Viola McCoy I tap my fingers against the steering wheel as I drive to the office. It’s strange how quickly my body has bounced back. Just yesterday, I could barely stand, and now I’m driving to work like nothing happened. My phone vibrates on the passenger seat. At a red light, I glance at the screen. Johan: “I’m around. Want to meet up?”I bite my lip. The last time I was supposed to meet him, I bailed at the last minute. I owe him this. Me: “Sure. Same café. Thirty minutes.”I set the phone down, exhaling slowly as I pull into the parking lot. Grabbing my new laptop from the backseat, I step out and smooth down my dress. As I step into the lobby, I nod at a few colleagues, offering quick smiles. I make my way to the elevator, shifting my laptop to my other arm. Just as the doors are about to close, someone steps inside. I look up. Madeline. My breath catches for a second, but I push it down, forcing my expression to remain neutral. "Madeline," I say casually.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-01Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Out
Logan Reynolds The view from my office does nothing to clear my head. I’ve been staring out of this damn window for the past hour, but all I see is him. Julian, standing in that living room, acting like I was some intruder in Viola’s life. And Viola? She just stood there. Quiet. Not a single word. I tell myself I don’t blame her. She was sick, barely able to stand, let alone deal with an argument. But that doesn’t stop the gnawing feeling in my chest. The kind that’s been sitting there since I walked out of that house. A knock on my office door pulls me out of my thoughts. Linda steps in, holding a file in one hand, her phone in the other. “We finally heard back from Cameron,” she says. “He’s ready to come back to Reynolds Publishing.” I lean back in my chair, my jaw tightening. Cameron. The same man who once pointed a gun at me and Viola in Paris. I should feel something about this. Maybe anger because of the stunt he pulled or maybe relief because I finally got hi
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-03Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Romeo112
Viola McCoy I rush back into the office. My breath is slightly uneven from hurrying across the parking lot. The moment I step inside, my eyes dart to my desk. My laptop is still open. No one’s around. Relief floods my chest as I slide into my chair and exhale. Thank God. I quickly reach forward, shutting the laptop with a soft click. My fingers hover over the lid for a second. My heartbeat is still a little too fast. No one saw anything. No one knows. Before I can fully collect myself, a voice calls my name. “Viola,” Linda says, appearing at my desk. I look up. “Yeah?” “The book fair team is meeting in a few minutes. Conference room.” I nod. “Got it.” She leaves, and I grab a notebook and pen before heading toward the meeting. The conference room is already half full when I walk in. I spot a few familiar faces. My colleagues are chatting, flipping through notes but my gaze catches on Logan. He’s sitting at the far end of the table with his eyes locked
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Reminder
Viola McCoy I walk up to the counter, holding the small note between my fingers. My heart is still racing with something I don’t want to name yet. Excitement? No. I clear my throat, looking at the barista. He’s a man in his early forties with tired eyes and a name tag that reads * Ethan. He’s drying a mug with a towel, glancing up at me with a polite smile. “Hey,” I say, shifting slightly. “Did you, um, happen to see anyone sitting at that table by the window? My usual spot?” Ethan pauses, thinking. Then shakes his head. “Not that I noticed. We’ve been a little busy. Why? Something wrong?” I hesitate, glancing at the note again. The handwriting is neat but not familiar. “No, nothing’s wrong,” I say, forcing a smile. “Just curious.” He nods and goes back to his work. I sigh, turning back toward my table. I drop into my seat, staring at the note again. Romeo112. A fan. My first real-life fan. I run my thumb over the paper, reading the words again. It’s fl
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Encourage
Viola McCoy The note from Romeo112 this morning is simple, but it sticks with me more than the others. “Even when the world doesn’t see you, I do. And I think you’re brilliant."It’s nothing extravagant. Nothing poetic. But it hits differently, and I fold it carefully, slipping it into my purse. That’s the ninth note. Nine days of waking up and knowing there will be something waiting for me at my usual table. Nine days of feeling seen in a way I haven't in a long time. And maybe I should be worried that someone knows who I am. That someone is watching. But I’m not. Instead, I find myself anticipating these notes. Looking forward to them. And that… that’s what scares me. The air outside is chill as I step out of the café. I cross the street toward the office building, but then I see Madeline. She’s stepping out of Logan’s car. She flips her hair over her shoulder, laughing at something as she turns to face him. Logan, however, isn’t laughing. He’s gripping the ste
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-04Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Mr Anonymous
Logan Reynolds The last few days have been shitty. I wake up too early, go to bed too late, and somewhere in between, I spend hours convincing myself that I don’t care. That I can keep my distance from Vi. That I can forget what I know. It’s not working. Ever since I found out she’s Shortstuff002, my head’s been a fucking mess. That book—the one that’s had me hooked, that’s kept me up at night, that made me feel something for the first time in years—was written by her. By the woman I left behind. And now? I can’t stop thinking about it. About her. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. Because every morning, without fail, I wake up before the sun and drive to that café across from the office just to leave her a note. I don’t know why I do it. Maybe because I know it’ll make her smile, even if she doesn’t know it’s me. Maybe because, this, being Romeo112, is the only way I can still have a piece of her. Or maybe I just need to feel close to her again, even if it’s from a fuck
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Anniversary
Viola McCoy It’s morning, and I’m staring blankly at the ceiling. Today is my wedding anniversary. I don’t move at first. Just lay there. I should feel something. Excitement. Joy. Maybe even nerves. Instead, all I feel is empty. With a sigh, I finally push myself up and stretch, rolling my shoulders back. Julian came home late last night. I heard the front door creak open, the sound of his shoes clicking against the hardwood floor, the brief clang of a glass against the kitchen counter. And then, silence. He never came upstairs. As usual. He’s always too tired to climb up a flight of stairs. But I’m not angry. I glance at the clock on my nightstand. 7:00 AM. I exhale sharply, pushing the covers off. Today will be good. I will make today good.The warm water in the shower soothes me, washing away the stiffness in my muscles. When I step out, I wipe a hand over the mirror and meet my own gaze. I look… fine. Not glowing. Not particularly radiant with the kind
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine False
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-05
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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Believe Him
Viola McCoy Morning comes slowly, like the sun is reluctant to rise after all the darkness it witnessed last night.I open my eyes to the faint golden light filtering in through the heavy curtains. My throat is dry. My limbs feel like sandbags. I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. There’s a dull ache across my temples and a soreness in my chest that spreads like a bruise beneath my skin.I don’t want to move.I don’t want to see the world.I pull the blanket closer to my chin and curl tighter into the sheets that still smell faintly of detergent and Logan. My heart sinks when I realize I’m still wearing the robe from last night, and beneath it, nothing else. I press my face into the pillow, and a fresh wave of tears sting the corners of my eyes.I’ve never felt this... small.Not even on the worst nights with Julian. Not even when I cried in the shower after one of his biting insults or the days I stared at myself in the mirror trying to find t
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Cared For
Logan Reynolds Viola breaks down in the hallway.It happens so fast, it’s like watching someone snap from the inside out—quiet, brittle, then crumbling all at once. Her knees hit the carpet like she doesn’t feel the pain, and her hands tremble as they cover her face. I watch her whole body heave, like the sobs are ripping their way out from somewhere deep inside her, places I’ve only ever guessed at.I want to kill him.My fists are still tight, still itching for his throat. I’ve never wanted to end someone the way I want to end Julian right now. But I can’t think like that. Not with her here. Not with her shaking like she’s barely holding on.I kneel beside her. “Vi…” My voice is low.She doesn’t look at me, doesn’t stop crying.I touch her shoulder gently. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”She shakes her head immediately. “No.”Her voice is hoarse. Fragile. I hear the no, but I still hesitate. My gut says she should be looked at—physically, emotionally—but her eyes dart up
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Survivor
Viola McCoy When I wake up, I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.My body aches in places I didn’t know could hurt. My mouth is dry, my head is heavy, and every bone feels like it’s bruised with exhaustion. The room is pitch dark, but I can see the outline of the heavy curtains drawn shut. There’s a bitter, metallic taste on my tongue, and when I shift to sit up, my back protests in sharp pulses of pain.I glance at the clock.2:03 a.m. Three hours of sleep. That’s all. It feels like I’ve lived an entire lifetime since sunset. My skin feels clammy. I press a hand to my chest, trying to steady the thudding panic that’s settled.And then—The door creaks open.I freeze.The light flips on, flooding the room in a sudden wash of yellow. My eyes squint against it, and I blink up at the silhouette standing in the doorway.Julian.His jaw is tight. Eyes narrowed. His fists clenched at his sides like he walked here straight out of a fight—and maybe, in his head, he did.“What the f
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Free
Viola McCoy I slam the door behind me and lock it.My back hits the wood, and I slide to the floor like I’ve been shot in the chest. The sob that escapes me is raw and sudden, like it’s been sitting in my throat for years just waiting for a chance to scream its way out.The room is dim—one of the guest suites with golden wallpaper. The bed’s still made. The lights are off except for the lamp in the corner. It smells like polished furniture and roses. I pull my knees to my chest.And then I cry.I cry like my body’s collapsing inward. Like every ounce of strength I’ve faked for years is melting out of me and I can’t stop it. It’s not even graceful. It’s ugly, heaving, snotty, shoulder-shaking grief. The kind that steals your breath and leaves your chest hollow.I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds, but I don’t think anyone’s listening.Good.Let them have their damn cake-covered disaster. Let them stand there stunned while I fall apart in peace.My cheek still sti
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Walk away
Logan Reynolds Viola’s fallen asleep beside me now.She’s curled against my shoulder, hair brushing my chin, one hand resting gently on my chest. Her breath comes in soft little waves. I haven’t moved in the past twenty minutes, afraid I’ll wake her.I want her.Not just in the way a man wants a woman. I want all of her. Her laughter. Her temper. Her soft heart. Her overthinking. Her fears. Her strength. I want her in the middle of a crowded street. I want her in silence like this. I want her in the worst chaos and the slowest mornings.But I don’t have her. Not really. Not yet.And every part of me wonders when the hell she’s finally going to walk out of that lifeless marriage and choose us. Choose me.A noise snaps me out of the thought.It starts low—a burst of raised voices from outside the door. Then it spikes.“FIND THEM!” Julian’s voice cuts through the hallway like a blade. Sharp. Frantic. Furious.I freeze.Viola stirs a little but doesn’t wake. I stay completely still, b
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine This moment
Viola McCoy My heart’s pounding as we near the ballroom doors. Susan and Fred are gone. Kendrick too. And I should be relieved, but all I feel is this rush of nerves flooding my chest like carbonation, bubbling, biting, impossible to contain.We’re almost there, just steps away from pretending everything’s normal again, when I reach out and touch Amirah’s arm.“You go in first,” I murmur.She glances at me, confused. Her lashes are still damp. She blinks, then nods and smooths her gown like she’s putting on armor. She disappears through the door.I grab Logan’s hand and tug him down another hallway, away from the light and noise. My heels echo against the marble, click-clack, click-clack, but my steps are shaky. My palms are sweating. There’s an ache forming behind my ribs that feels too much like guilt.I find an unused lounge tucked behind a staircase. The lighting is soft. There’s a velvet armchair in one corner and a low credenza stocked with first aid. Cicily keeps this pl
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Escape
Logan Reynolds The music swells again. We’re back under the glaring chandeliers, under the eyes of people too bored or too fake to notice that the bride and groom are practically trembling with each step.Susan is clutching Fred’s arm like a lifeline. He’s holding her steady, smiling through gritted teeth, and I can see the muscles in his jaw ticking from across the aisle. Viola walks just ahead of them in a sea-green satin gown, graceful, poised, like she hasn’t just broken into a safe and helped orchestrate an escape.Me? I’m the one trying not to bleed on my tie.We’ve rehearsed this. The plan is simple: walk them up the aisle, make it look like everything is peachy and proper, then slip out one by one. Cake-cutting distraction, kitchen route, maintenance exit. Freedom.And for a moment, it’s working.People rise from their chairs, a murmur of admiration sweeping across the ballroom. Phones flash. Cicily’s voice floats somewhere in the background. No one notices that Fred and S
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Deserving Freedom
Viola McCoy The air in the room is heavy as I stare down at the blinking keypad.Three attempts left.Julian’s birthday. I whisper the numbers as Logan types them in, his brows furrowed. Zero-three, zero-eight, nineteen-ninety-one.The safe blinks red.Incorrect."Okay," I say, exhaling through my nose"Try her birthday—Cicily’s."He doesn’t hesitate. Zero-four, zero-five, nineteen-sixty-seven.Another shrill beep.Incorrect.“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, stepping back, raking a hand through his hair. I can tell he’s trying not to panic. So am I. We’re one step away from everything falling apart. One more wrong guess and we set off an alert. Cicily will know. She’ll know someone’s been in her room.I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing past the panic curling up my spine. What’s something she’d never expect anyone to guess but would still be important enough to remember?Then Susan’s voice from earlier, comes back to me.“She monitors everything I do.”Of course.I blink open my e
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Stuck
Viola McCoy Viola McCoy I put on the last piece of jewelry—the gold earrings Julian’s mother gave me on my wedding day. They catch the light as I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. My reflection stares back at me from the vanity mirror. The warm, amber lights of the hotel bathroom halo me in a flattering glow. My skin looks smooth and my eyes are lined just enough. My lips, glossed in a muted berry pink, are parted slightly. There’s a quiet beauty in how still I am.My dress hugs me in all the right places—sleek, satin, pearl white. I breathe in, let the air fill my lungs and steel my nerves. Game face on.Time for Plan A.The hall is already bustling with sound and light. Strings of fairy lights line the high ceilings and a string quartet plays something classical that I don’t recognize. The scent of roses and candles curls through the air. Everything looks stunning. Beautiful. Fake. Just like this whole damn day.I spot Julian’s mother, Cicily, easily talking to a waiter near
