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Hold On

Wyatt’s POVThe ambulance moved fast through the streets in the late hours of the night.I sat in the back and kept my eyes on Avery’s face. The oxygen mask covered her mouth and nose, her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm now. That was all I focused on. The monitor above her head beeped with her pulse in the green line. The paramedic adjusted the IV line and glanced at the screen without saying anything comforting or anything to calm me down.Her hand rested on the stretcher beside her. I reached over and covered it with mine. Her fingers stayed still. The paramedic turned to me. “Any allergies we should know about?”“None that I know of.” I answered.She wrote it down. “We’re giving her fluids and something to help flush the sedative. Her body is fighting it harder than expected.”I nodded and squeezed Avery’s hand a little tighter. The city lights flashed past the small window. I kept watching her breathe.The paramedics adjusted the oxygen flow and turned back to his monito

The Only One She Asked For

Wyatt’s POVI hadn't slept.I sat in the chair beside her bed with my jacket still on and watched the machines all night. The corridor outside slowly changed from late-night quiet to early-morning movement. Trolleys rolled past, low voices, nurses switching shifts, footsteps picking up rhythm as the hospital came back to life.Avery had slept through most of it. Her breathing had steadied by two AM. By four, it sounded more like rest.Grey light came through the window when she finally moved.A small movement at first, her head turning on the pillow, fingers flexing on the blanket. I straightened in the chair. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked at the ceiling, the window, then at me.I watched her figure out where she was. "What happened?" Her voice came out rough and low."All that matters now is that you're okay," I said, leaning forward. "Stella put something in your coffee. We got her and she is in custody."She looked at the IV in her arm, then back at me. She held my gaze for

What She Didn’t Say

Wyatt’s POVThe doctor cleared her at eight-thirty the next morning with a list of instructions she was already dismissing in her head before he finished reading them. Rest, no stress. Nothing strenuous for at least a week.She listened quietly. “I’ll rest after sorting out some things.”The doctor looked at me. I shrugged. He sighed and signed the discharge papers.In the car, she stayed quiet. The mark from the IV still showed on her left arm. Her movements looked slower than normal as if her body was reminding her what had happened, even if she was trying to move past it"I'm not going home," she said when I turned toward her apartment.I kept my eyes on the road. "Avery…""She asked for me." Her voice was even and firm. "So, I'm going."I turned toward the station.Morris met us outside the interview corridor. He looked at Avery. He wanted to say something about her leaving the hospital but decided not to.The corridor narrowed toward a secured door at the end. Morris keyed it ope

Why Me?

Wyatt’s POV"Avery."Avery froze, hands still on the door knob.Not Arielle, not Ms. Montreux.My entire body locked behind the glass. I straightened immediatelyThe room changed. Not because of the name itself, but because Stella should never know it.Avery turned slowly. “What did you just say?”I pushed the door open before I could think. The sound cut through the room. Stella didn’t flinch. She watched me walk to the table as if she had expected the reaction from me. Avery held Stella’s gaze, her jaw tightened."Interesting," Her eyes shifted toward Avery. “So you buried that part of yourself this deeply.”Stella held her gaze for a moment. Then she looked down at her folded hands on the table. She stayed silent, done with that for now.Avery stepped closer to the table, bag dropped on the floor beside the chair. “Who told you that?” She asked, hands folded across her chest.Stella looked away.Avery’s breathing changed slightly. “Answer me!”Still nothing.Avery laughed, no

Me, Not Wyatt

Avery’s POVIt’s one week after the police station.Stella was officially charged to court. Two days after the interrogation, Morris called me back to the station for a final update. Stella had added a few more things to her statement after we left that night.The anonymous calls had been her too. The warning I received about Wyatt and the one Elise received months ago. Morris said Stella admitted she knew Wyatt would become a problem the closer he got to me. Keeping people away from me had been intentional from the beginning.I returned to work five days after leaving the hospital. Everyone told me I should still rest. I'd heard it from the doctor, from Morris, from Wyatt twice. I nodded each time and came to work anyway. Sitting still felt worse than moving.My new assistant placed flowers on the table beside my sketches. White roses with no card in it. I already knew who sent them.My phone buzzed a minute later.‘You've been at the office for nine hours. Go home.’I stared at the

Just Trust Me

Avery’s POVWyatt came back on a Friday evening.The sound of my front door opening with the key I gave him two weeks ago, followed by familiar footsteps in the living room. He walked in with his tie loosened, jacket slung over one arm, and his phone pressed to his ear in a conversation with someone he was clearly trying to get off the line. He looked exhausted.I crossed the room, took the phone from his hand, and put it to my ear. “He’ll call you back,” I said, then ended the call. I handed the phone back to him.He stared at me. "You just…""You look horrible, Wyatt.”Something in his expression softened. "Good evening to you too, babe." He dropped the jacket on the chair and pulled me close, one arm around my waist.His mouth pressed against my forehead, then my temple, then found my lips kissing me gently as if he'd been waiting for that the entire drive to my place.He was quieter than usual while I made dinner. He sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone with

Yes

Avery’s POVI woke up and he was already gone.The bed still held his warmth on his side. His jacket no longer hung on the hook. I lay there staring at the ceiling before I sat.The apartment was quiet. On the kitchen counter, coffee already made, still hot, a pastry from the place on the corner spot was beside it. My phone was face up with a message already open.“Be ready by seven. Wear the black one.”I stared at it. So this was what he'd been hiding.The boutique bag hung on the back of the bedroom door. I untied the stiff ribbon and lifted the dress out. Black, long, simple and expensive. I slipped it on. It fit perfectly as if someone had measured me without me knowing. I stood in front of the mirror and felt the smile spread across my face.That man…I took longer than usual getting ready. I did my hair twice, changed my earrings three times, stood in front of the mirror and felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.I finished my makeup and waited.He knocked at five to se

Mine

Wyatt’s POVShe said it quietly."I'm going to New York in a few weeks."Something inside me dropped.New York…The city that held too many secrets. I kept my face steady. My thumb stopped moving on her hand. I looked at her, then at the river, then back at her.“We’ll talk at home,” I said.The drive back stayed silent. No music. I didn’t turn any on and she didn’t ask. I kept both hands tight on the wheel. She glanced at me a few times. I gave short answers when she tried to talk. Eventually she stopped trying.My grip on the wheel was too tight, my knuckles turned white. I wasn’t worried about the city itself, it was what was in it, who was in it. Nate drinking himself into nothing, Celeste with her schemes, and secrets I still hadn’t told Avery about our connection. Secrets that could break everything.She sat beside me with my ring on her finger, ready to walk straight into all of it.She went inside first when we got home. I locked the car and stood outside for a moment. The

His Ring On My Hand

Avery’s POVI woke up before the alarm.The room was still dark. Wyatt was breathing steadily beside me, actually sleeping properly for the first time in days. I looked at him for a moment. He looked younger somehow. All the careful composure was gone. I looked at my hand. The ring caught the grey early light from the window and I stared at it.I was engaged.I was going to New York.I wasn't sure which one felt more surreal.I got dressed quietly so I wouldn’t wake him. I made coffee and stood at the kitchen window with my mug in one hand and the other resting on the counter. The ring caught the light every time I moved. I kept turning my hand, watching the diamond flash. I'd never cared much about jewelry. Apparently that had changed overnight.I finished my coffee, picked up my bag, and left him sleeping.The moment I stepped off the elevator at Monochrome my new assistant looked up. Her eyes dropped straight to my hand. Then back up again. She tried hard to stay professional.

Public

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

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