LOGINAvery’s POVThe opening event was everything I’d hoped for.Monochrome’s new headquarters officially launched.The space was filled with designers, investors, and industry people. The energy was buzzing but elegant. Champagne glasses in hand, soft music threading through conversations. Everything was perfect.This was it.Proof that Monochrome had survived. That we’d come out stronger. That everything Daniel and Maison Delacroix did hadn’t been enough.I moved through the crowd. Greeting guests, thanking people for coming, playing the part of a confident CEO.Wyatt was there. He’d arrived early. He helped with last-minute setup like he always did, making sure everything was perfect. Now he moved through the event like he actually belonged here.Which, in a way, he had. He’d made this building happen. Pushed it through and made it real.But it wasn’t just that.He stayed close. Not in a way that drew attention. Not hovering. Just…there, always in reach.Even when I wasn’t looking, I kn
Wyatt’s POVI picked up Avery at her old office. The moving truck was already half-loaded, boxes stacked together near the curb, her team moving in and out of the old Monochrome branch.She stood off to the side, watching it all with a quiet kind of satisfaction on her face.Today was the day. Monochrome’s official move into the new headquarters.“Ready?” I asked her when she got in.“More than ready.” She shut the door and glanced back at the truck. “I’ve been waiting for this part for weeks since the last walkthrough.”I started the engine. “The part where everything becomes real?”She nodded. “Yes.”The drive was easy. No pressure, no weight hanging between us the way it had few weeks ago.She talked about the move like she’d been holding it in for weeks. How each department would settle, which teams would clash, who’d try to claim spaces that weren’t theirs.I listened, letting her talk as we drove.“You’ve been around a lot,” she said suddenly, glancing at me. “More than some of
Wyatt’s POVWe got in the car and I started driving. Avery stayed quiet for a few blocks, her gaze fixed outside the window, her hands resting loosely in her lap.“Wyatt,” she said finally, her voice steady in a way that immediately put me on edge. “I need to tell you something.”My grip tightened on the wheel. “What is it about?”“Pull over. Somewhere we can talk.”I found a quiet street, pulled over, and turned off the engine. The silence that followed felt heavy, pressing in from all sides.“A few weeks ago,” she began slowly, turning to face me, “I got a call. From someone, a female.”“A warning,” she continued when I didn’t respond. “The person told me not to trust you. That you don’t do anything without a reason. That whatever you’ve told me about helping…there’s more to it.”Cold chill ran down my spine.“Did they say who they were?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even.She shook her head. “No, the line went dead before I could ask who it was.” “At first, I thought it was
Avery’s POVWyatt picked me up at eleven. He was right on time.I’d been looking forward to this all morning. After everything with Daniel and Maison Delacroix, I needed something that felt normal. Something steady and forward. The building represented that. A fresh start. A new chapter for Monochrome. A future I could actually plan for.I got in his car. He smiled. But something was off about it. Strained or maybe he was forcing it.I pushed the thought away. Probably just tired. We’d both been running on fumes for weeks. Between the launch and the legal battle and everything else, neither of us had slept properly in days.The drive was quieter at first, then Wyatt filled it with small talk. He asked about work, about the settlement, what comes next for Monochrome. But he watching me differently, his attention wasn’t where it should’ve been.Every now and then, I caught him looking at me. Not casually and not the way someone glances over in conversation.“Everything okay?” I aske
Wyatt’s POVI left the hospital, got in my car and sat there with the engine running.I’d gotten what I wanted. Permission to pursue Avery without hiding it. But at what cost?Watch her, report back. Proof that she wasn’t faking it.The condition sat heavy in my chest. It felt wrong. It felt like I was already crossing a line I wouldn’t be able to come back from.But I’d agreed. Because refusing meant Richard would tell her everything himself. Blow up everything before it even had the chance to become real. And I couldn’t let that happen, not again.I drove without thinking at first, just moving through the city, trying to clear my head.But it didn’t work. Richard’s words kept replaying. “You watch her closely.” “Make sure she’s not playing you.” “Prove the amnesia is real.”I’d told him I was certain, that I’d know if she was faking it.But was I? Really?Or was I just seeing what I wanted to see? Believing what I needed to believe?I picked up my phone and sent a message to th
Wyatt’s POVThe line went dead.I stood in the hallway, phone still in my hand. Richard knew everything already. I walked back into Avery’s office. She looked up immediately. Concern showed on her face.“Everything okay?”No, everything is not ok. This wasn’t going to end well. “Something came up,” I said, already reaching for my coat. “I have to go.”Her brows pulled together. “What kind of something? Is it that bad?”“Family issue,” I said, still walking. “I’ll explain later.”“Wyatt…”“I’ll call you.”I left her office, closing the door softly behind me.The drive to the hospital felt endless. Every slow car in front of me made my grip tighten on the wheel.My mind kept running ahead of me, trying to figure out what I was walking into. There was no version of this conversation in my head that ended well.I got to the hospital, parked and sat in the car for a moment.What was I going to say? How was I going to explain?My phone vibrated on the seat beside me. It was a text messag
Avery ’s POVI kept my distance from Jessica at work after that day. We were in different sections, different breaks and we barely made eye contact. The burn on my arm was healing but the unease within me hadn’t faded away.Nina showed up everywhere after that day, bringing me lunch, checking on me
Wyatt’s POV“I need space, Wyatt.”Avery’s words kept echoing in my head for days straight, still sharp as broken glass that I couldn't focus on my work.I sat in my hotel room staring at a glass of whiskey I’d poured but wouldn’t drink, the table was scattered with documents needed to be sorted ou
Nate’s POVIt’s been two days in Paris. Our luxury hotel for our honeymoon overlooked the Eiffel Tower, the kind of view that should’ve been romantic.But It wasn’t.Celeste had planned everything down to the last minute. Breakfast at eight, Louvre at ten, lunch at some Michelin-starred restaurant,
Avery’s POVThe bus pulled into Ridgefield station just past midnight.Nina waited by her car, her arms were crossed against the cold night air. When she saw me stepping out of the bus with my two bags, relief washed over her face. She rushed over and pulled me into a tight hug.“Thank God you’re o







