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Author: Siwa Rose
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Viola McCoy

Logan and I continue to sit on his car as we stare at the horizon. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have let him sneak me out.

But if I had stayed in that house one moment longer, I would’ve lost it completely. I would’ve screamed. Thrown something. Maybe told Julian’s mother exactly what I thought of her sad, tight little smiles and fake compliments.

I would’ve told his cousin to keep her uterus-obsessed mouth shut and that the reason we don’t have kids isn’t her damn business. I would’ve said a lot of things I shouldn’t.

So maybe sneaking out with Logan wasn’t the worst mistake I could’ve made today.

The wind is gentle, cool against my cheeks. The view from here stretches endlessly and the sun has almost dipped past the horizon. I hug myself tighter.

I wonder what Julian is thinking right now. Wonder if he’s pacing. Fuming. Wondering where the hell I am. I told myself I’d only be gone for a few minutes, just a breather, but it’s been over an hour. Maybe two. I
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  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Exposed

    Viola McCoyI wake up the follow morning, smiling.My lips are literally curved, still pressed into the pillow, and my eyes are barely open. The morning sun pours through the thin curtains in Amirah’s room. I blink and stretch like a lazy cat, letting out a small sigh. My chest feels light. My heart isn’t heavy. I’m not holding my breath or bracing myself for another storm.I dreamt about Logan.We were barefoot, walking on some quiet beach—his hand in mine, salt in the air, waves kissing our feet. I remember laughing. I remember feeling…free. Probably because we’d talked late into the night over the phone until I fell asleep with him still on my mind.I sit up slowly, the duvet falling to my waist. A breeze from the slightly cracked window lifts a piece of my hair. I smile again, stupidly, my hands coming to my face. God, I feel like I’m seventeen.And then the feeling twists—just a little.Because when I feel this good…something always happens to ruin it.I hate that part of me.

  • Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine   Living a dream

    Viola McCoy I walk into the house, and my cheeks are burning.My heart’s still fluttering, still clinging to the warmth of Logan’s kiss. It’s the kind of warmth that blooms from your lips to your spine, and settles somewhere in your chest like a soft, glowing flame. I close the door gently behind me, not because it’s late, but because I feel… delicate. Lit up. Like one loud noise might shatter this quiet, magic little bubble I’m in.Amirah is on the couch, curled up in her pink fuzzy robe, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn in her lap. Her face lights up the second she sees me.Her mouth opens like she’s ready to scream, but she stops herself. She leans forward instead, eyes wide. “Okay. Spill. How did it go?”I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. It’s soft and giddy and real in a way that makes my chest ache.“He gave me these,” I say, stepping closer.I reach into my purse and carefully pull out the velvet box. My fingers are trembling a little. I open it, and the light hits the

  • 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

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