MasukWyatt’s POVMy phone lit up on the conference table beside the files. Avery’s name flashed across the screen. I picked it up and stepped out of the room without a word. The lawyers kept talking behind me.The hallway was quieter. I answered before the second ring."Hey, babe."Her voice was warm and a little breathless. “How are you? How’s California?”“Tell me the good news first,” I said, leaning against the wall.A laugh slipped out on her end. “I haven’t even said I have good news yet.”"You called me in the middle of a meeting with that voice." I smiled. "You have good news."“What voice?” she asked, amused.“The one that means something good happened.”“I’m not telling you on the phone then.”I exhaled through my nose. "Avery."“You’ll have to wait,” she said, sounding like she was enjoying every bit of it. I could hear the smile in her voice."I'll tell you when you're back," she said."That could be days.""Then I guess you'll wait days."I went back into the conference room
Avery’s POVThe showroom was already busy before nine in the morning when I entered.Phones ringing, garment bags moving across the floor, assistants rushing with racks while photographers argued over lighting near the bridal display.Somewhere in the middle of it, a stylist walked in without an appointment and announced she needed pieces for Vogue.Nobody even questioned letting her in.By ten in the morning, the showroom barely had room to breathe.A bridal stylist argued with one of the assistants over garment priority while two influencers filmed content near the jewelry displays as if they already owned the space.Someone from a luxury department store requested a private walkthrough for next week. Another wanted first access to three bridal designs before the collection officially launched.Everywhere I turned, somebody needed an answer from me.Either measurements, approvals, or press confirmations.New York had stopped treating Monochrome like a visiting brand. It was taking
Avery’s POVI heard the last few words in the hallway and stopped listening.I turned quietly and went back to the bedroom. I pulled the duvet up and closed my eyes. He came back maybe ten minutes later. The mattress shifted. His arm came around my waist and pulled me closer with the ease of someone who'd done it a hundred times. I moved into him and felt him exhale slowly against the back of my neck.I told myself I'd think about it tomorrow. Then I fell asleep.I woke up to New York light cutting through the curtains. Wyatt was already up. I could hear movement from the kitchen.I thought briefly about what I'd heard in the hallway. “…she still doesn't remember anything, I'm going to keep it that way.”and then I pushed it aside. It made no sense without context, and Wyatt had never given me any reason not to trust him. The kitchen smelled like coffee. Wyatt stood at the counter, already dressed and put together while I was still in the oversized shirt I’d slept in, hair loose.
Avery’s POV"Wyatt," I said again, sharper this time. "What is it?"He kept staring across the terminal. A vein jumped in his jaw. My eyes followed his line of sight, but before I could see who he was looking at, Wyatt stepped in front of me and took my bag from my hand. "Change of plans," he said."What?""We're using another exit."He kept walking, not once did he look back. That alone made my stomach dropped. Wyatt has always been in control of situations, but this felt different as if whatever he saw across that terminal had unsettled him enough to change exit in seconds. His warm hand found a small place at my back and guided me the opposite way. I glanced behind us, trying to catch another look but got nothing. Just travelers dragging suitcases across the pathway and security moving near the entrance. Still, the tension rolling off him was impossible to miss. Even his hand against my back felt firmer than usual.Elise and the rest of the team caught up behind us, looking
Wyatt’s POVI stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me.I walked toward the kitchen, dragged a hand down my face, then dialed Marcus again.He picked up immediately. “Your engagement photos hit New York an hour ago.”I stared out at the city below. “How bad is it?”“Finance blogs picked it up first. Fashion blogs are worse.” I heard keyboard clicks on his side. “Monochrome and Kane Ventures are trending together.”“I expected that.”“You think Richard’s seen it yet?”My jaw tightened. “I told him before I proposed.”Marcus went quiet.“And?”“He gave me his blessing.”He paused, longer this time. “What about Nathaniel and Celeste?”I opened one of the fashion articles on my phone. Photos from outside the restaurant filled the screen. Avery beside me, laughing at something I’d said, the ring catching the camera flash.One specific picture made my chest tighten. She looked…happy, unaware of what was waiting in New York.“I don’t think they know who she is yet,” I
Avery’s POV"I'm taking you out tonight.""Do I even get a say in this?” "You don't."I set my phone down and leaned back in my chair, shaking my head to myself. It had been almost a week since the proposal and Wyatt had become impossible. His hand stayed on me constantly. My waist, my lower back, and my thigh under the table.Three days ago, he’d followed me into the executive elevator at Monochrome, waited until the door closed, then backed me against the wall. By the time the elevator reached my floor, my lipstick was ruined and I could barely remember what meeting I was supposed to attend. I picked up my pen and returned to the sketch. The smile stayed on my face until I reached the shoulder seam.I went home after work and showered, tried on two dresses before settling on the third, deep green, fitted, the one I'd bought in London and never worn. I fixed my blonde hair and put on earrings. The doorbell rang and I opened the door.Wyatt stood outside in a dark suit, black sh
Wyatt’s POVIt's been six hours now, six hours of the twelve-hour deadline.I sat in that waiting room chair, the same one I’d been in all night. I hadn't slept. Just sat still, watching the clock on the wall tick forward.Every minute felt like an hour and every hour felt like days.My phone buzze
Nate’s POVI stared at my phone, waiting for it to ring.It had been one fucking week since Davis promised me a “confirmed location”.Since then, nothing. Radio silence.My father was still in the hospital. The recovery was slower than what the doctors and I had wanted. They said a week minimum. Th
Avery’s POVThe grocery bag split open in the parking lot, apples rolling everywhere.I stood there watching them scatter, I was too exhausted to chase them. My pregnancy hit thirty-two weeks yesterday and my belly was so huge I couldn’t even see my own feet. Every movement sent sharp pain through
Nate’s POVCeleste stared at the papers on my desk like they might bite her.“Davis Investigation Services.” She read it out loud slowly. Then her eyes dropped again to the name written in bold capital letters on the top “Avery Monroe.”My stomach sank. The room seemed to tilt slightly. I opened my







