All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Avery’s POVI stopped checking the rearview mirror somewhere around day nine.No cars outside my apartment since that day, No photos from unknown numbers, no flowers sitting outside my office door. Just ordinary days, one after another, with Wyatt somewhere in all of them. Mornings were the part I liked most and would never say out loud. Coffee was already made before I was fully awake. Him at the kitchen table with his laptop, buried in his work, not saying much. I'd pour myself a cup of coffee and sit across from him. We'd exist in the same quiet without it feeling uncomfortable.One morning I came out of the bedroom still half asleep, hair everywhere, and he looked up from his screen and didn't say a word. He just held out my coffee mug without breaking eye contact with his laptop.I took it and sat across from him. He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then went back to typing.I stared at my mug for a second. I drank my coffee and said nothing.He’d been d

Avery’s POVSleep comes in pieces now, enough that every sound in the apartment pulled me half awake.I was early to work as usual. Files spread across my desk, coffee from the corner place going cold on the desk. I was halfway through a supplier email when my phone screen lit up.It was Wyatt and I answered before it rang twice.Morris had called him that morning, no cars seen around my apartment anymore, still cross-referencing, nothing solid yet. The access logs on my building showed nothing unusual."You're clear for now," he said.I could hear something in the background on his end. Voices, movement, somewhere was busy. “How's New York?"“Good.”I pressed my finger against my temple, reached for my coffee and took a sip. It had gone cold but I drank it anyway.“You sound off,” he said after a second.“I’m fine.” I lied.Nobody spoke after that. “Avery.” His voice dropped. “Are you sleeping?”I dropped the coffee cup back on the table. “Of course."He exhaled through his nose,

Avery's POV"This stitch line is off."I kept my voice low. The entire tailoring floor went quiet anyway."It's pulling at the waist." I pressed two fingers against the fabric on the mannequin, where the seam curved off. "You can see it from here.""We followed the final spec," the team head said carefully.I straightened, already shaking my head. "Then the final spec is wrong."Nobody spoke after that.I glanced at the clock on the wall. The client fitting was in forty-eight hours and we were standing here looking at a waist seam pulling like a badly wrapped gift."Rework the waist, reset the seam, run it again." I stepped back from the table. "I want a clean line when I come back.""That's going to take…""Two hours," I cut in, already moving toward the door. "I'll be back. You better have something better for me."Stella caught up with me halfway down the hall, falling into steps behind me. "Ms. Montreaux," she said, looking down at her phone. "Charles Beaumont called."I stopped.

Wyatt’s POVI was still holding the phone.It's nothing. I can handle it…I sat with that for a long moment. What was she handling?I set the phone face down on the desk and looked at nothing.She wasn't telling me something. I'd heard it underneath everything she'd said. I knew how she sounded when something was wrong. I'd been paying enough attention to know.I didn't sleep well that night, my brain worked through it the entire time. By the time the sky started turning grey, I was fully dressed for the day.I made coffee from the machine on the desk and pulled up the building access logs Avery's security team sent through daily and went through the last seventy-two hours line by line.I stared at that for a long moment. I picked up the phone and called my contact. It rang four times before he picked it up. "What do you have on him?” I asked, cutting all the pleasantries."I was about to call you, Mr Kane," I could hear the sound of his seat belt unbuckling. “Charles Beaumont, I’

Avery’s POVHis voice came through the door again. I stepped back from the door and reached for my phone on the couch."Ms. Montreaux." His knuckles hit the wood again, each one slow and hard. "Open the door. We need to talk."I looked down at my phone and typed two words to Morris instead. ‘He's here’ and hit the send bottom.I watched the ticks go blue in a few seconds. Then I stood there and thought through my options fast.I could wait and not open the door, let him knock until he got tired of it. But the walls in this building weren't thick and my neighbors in the estate weren't quiet people.The moment one of them cracked their door open or peeped though the windows to investigate or even a passerby caught this, it became a scene and a scene meant someone would pull out their phone to record, and by morning it was a headline. ‘Monochrome CEO in late night altercation with mystery man.’I don’t want that right now, Monochrome couldn’t take another hit now.I thought about that