All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Avery’s POVThe ballroom heavy doors closed behind us and the cold hit me immediately.The street outside was still alive, valet attendants moved around, headlights flashed across the pavement, cameras snapping somewhere farther down the entrance for people whose nights were still normal.I breathed in the sharp night air and felt my chest start to loosen a little.Then I looked at Wyatt. He was walking too fast."Wyatt."He kept moving, his hand firm against my back, steering me toward the car fast that I almost had to keep up with him."Wyatt, seriously."He stopped and turned toward me. And whatever I saw in his face made my stomach tightened instantly. "Are you okay?" he asked.The question hit a nerve immediately because I was the one standing here confused out of my mind.“Wyatt! Who the hell was that?” He rubbed a hand down his face before speaking. "Avery…""Do you know him?"He didn’t answer immediately, and somehow that tiny delay in his answer unsettled me more than if he

Wyatt’s POVSeven days of sleep in separate rooms, seven days of pretending the apartment wasn’t split straight down the middle.The apartment no longer felt like home and she hadn’t even left. Every night I heard the guest room door close. Every morning the coffee maker started before sunrise, cabinet doors opened and closed softly, and by the time I made it out of the bedroom she was already halfway out of my reach again.I could have handled her leaving. I didn’t know how to handle her staying and feeling this far away.I’d started waking up earlier to catch her before she left. It hadn’t worked once. By the time I made it to the kitchen she was already gone, out the door. My driver mentioned that she was at the showroom by seven most mornings and also worked late. Outside this apartment she still smiled at people, still worked, still carried on like her entire world hadn’t tilted sideways overnight.But in here? In here I could feel her pulling away from me everyday. She came

Avery's POV“Wife?” The word hit my throat enough to hurt. I stared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”“Nate’s expression tightened. “I’m talking about us, Avery.”“No.” I shook my head. “No, that’s… I would remember that. You don’t forget a marriage. You don’t forget a person.”“Avery…”“No.” I took one step back. My chest was tight so suddenly it felt hard to breathe properly.My brain ran fast trying to find somewhere to put what he’d just said and finding nothing that fit. “That’s not possible.”Nate watched me carefully, he could see the panic building on my face and was trying not to make it worse.“We were married for over a year,” he said quietly. “Things got bad between us toward the end. We fought. We divorced.” His jaw tightened. “And after that, you disappeared, completely.”He shook his head. “I searched for you everywhere.”I stared at him. “You’re serious.”“Yes.”“You’re actually serious.”“Yes, Avery.”I took another step back because suddenly standing

Avery’s POVI woke up and reached across the bed. Cold sheets met my fingertips instead.I frowned slightly and pushed myself up when I noticed the faint light slipping under the bedroom door. I got out of bed and followed it.Wyatt was sitting in the kitchen with his elbows resting on his knees, his phone hanging loosely in one hand. The screen was still on, casting a dull glow across his face, but he wasn’t doing anything with it. He was just sitting there staring at his phone like he’d forgotten it was even in his hand.He looked exhausted.I’d seen Wyatt exhausted before. I’d seen him stressed and focused. I had never seen him like this.“Wyatt…”He looked up slowly, blinking twice. It took him a second to place where he was.“Did I wake you?”Even like this, completely falling apart in silence, he was still worried about me.Something about that hurt.One of the reasons I loved him was because no matter what he carried, part of his mind always stayed on me.I walked over and to

Wyatt's POVThe elevator ride up was dead silent.Avery stood beside me with her heels already in her hand, dangling from her fingers, dark smudges of mascara at the corners of her eyes she hadn't bothered wiping. I kept my gaze fixed on the numbers. Neither of us said a word the whole way.Inside the apartment, she set her heels down near the door and moved to the kitchen. I loosened my tie and dropped my jacket over the back of the chair. I watched her open a cabinet, grabbed a glass, filled it up with water from the tap and stood there, holding it without taking a sip. She glanced at me over her shoulder then looked away quickly.She'd been doing that the whole drive home, looking at me like she had a hundred things sitting on her tongue and she kept swallowing every single one of them. That bothered me more than if she'd just screamed at me.I dropped onto a stool at the kitchen counter and dragged my hand down my face. My knuckles caught my eye, there was a faint red mark from