All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Avery’s POV“The designs were sold,” James said quietly. “To a manufacturing company overseas.”I stared at the screen, the proof was right in front of me.Daniel hadn’t just stolen from me. He’d sold me out.James’s words lingered in the office long after he finished speaking. Wyatt stood beside me in silence, hands were balled into fists at his side. He looked as angry as I was. James cleared his throat. “There’s something else.”“We found another breach signature,” he continued. “From weeks ago.”Wyatt’s expression sharpened immediately. “The Royal Collection attempt?”James nodded. “Same access, same methods.”My stomach twisted. “It was Daniel.”James didn’t argue.Everything began to connect piece by piece.The hack weeks ago. Wyatt’s team shutting it down. Every breach traced back to the same person, Daniel.“He tried twice,” I said quietly.Wyatt nodded once. “The first time failed. My team caught it before anything was taken.”“And the second time…”“The second time he suc

Wyatt’s POVI grabbed my coat.“Get answers.”I headed for the door. I had expected Avery to stay but she didn’t. Her footsteps followed me down the hallway. I stopped at the elevator and turned. “You should stay here.”“No.”“Ms. Montreaux…”“He betrayed me,” she said calmly, but there was steel beneath it. “He betrayed me, not you so I’m coming.”I studied her face. Anger was there but something darker simmering beneath it. She needed to see this, she needed to hear Daniel explain this. “You don’t need to see what happens in places like this.” I said quietly.”“I don’t care what I need to see,” her eyes held mine. “I need an explanation.”The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. None of us stepped into the elevator. We stood there staring at each other.Then I stepped in and she followed. “Fine,” I said as the door closed. “But you follow my lead. No matter what.”“Agreed.”The elevator descended in silence. ***The drive out of the city was quiet. Streetlights blurred p

Avery’s POVThe day had finally arrived.My spring collection. Rushed and chaotic but it was here.I’d barely slept. I got up early, trying to make other arrangements through the phone. My hands shook as I dressed up that morning.I arrived at the venue before dawn. The city hadn’t woken yet. The streets were empty and the sky was still dark. But at the venue entrance, the press were already filing in. Cameras flashed as I arrived, voices calling out questions I ignored, but I could already feel it, the pressure was building before the show even began.I made my way to the back stage first. It was chaos. Models were being prepped, photographers setting up. Hair and makeup stations lined one wall. Design racks on the other side. waiting. Each piece exactly as I’d envisioned it, better even. Colors that caught the light, the textures that begged to be touched. My team moved efficiently, double-checking every detail. Hemlines, accessories, running orders. Everything had led to this

Wyatt’s POVI'd been checking in regularly since the launch. Short visits, phone calls making sure Avery was holding up under everything that had hit her. I needed to know she was okay.The evidence had done what it was supposed to. The press had turned in Avery’s favor and Maison Delacroix was crumbling publicly.I wanted to see her, to see how she was holding up after everything. To confirm it was actually over.I found her in her office. She looked…different. Lighter. The tension that had been sitting in her shoulders for weeks wasn't there anymore. Her eyes were brighter and her face less drawn. Like she’d finally gotten some good sleep in weeks.“You look better,” I said from the doorway.She glanced up and smiled. A smile of relief and exhaustion mixed together.Fuck! She was beautiful.“I feel better.”I stepped inside and took my seat opposite her. “How much better?”Instead of answering, she slid a document across the table. “See for yourself.” I glanced down. It was a s

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