All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Wyatt's POVSounds slowly came back around me.Nate yelled something behind me, the lawyer called my name. It all sounded muffled, like my ears were stuffed with cotton. All I could see was the empty doorway Avery had just walked through.Move. Wyatt, move.I was outside in seconds.Cold air hit my face. The driveway was empty except for the car we came in, still parked in the driveway. No sign of her. I grabbed my phone and called. It rang four times and went straight to voicemail. I called again, same thing. I pressed the phone hard against my ear on the fifth try and listened to it ring until it stopped."Fuck.” The word left me quietly, almost swallowed by the cold air.I got in the car and sat behind the wheel for two seconds trying to think where the hell she would even go.Avery barely knew New York outside the apartment, the showroom and the few places I’d taken her to myself.Then it hit me. The showroom.I started the engine immediately and drove out of the mansion. My gr

Wyatt's POVShe stood there in my hands and didn’t move. I kept my forehead pressed to the back of her head, heart pounding hard in my chest. The apartment stayed dead quiet around us.Then her bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud. That little sound broke everything.She turned around slowly. Her eyes met mine, red and full of pain. “Love?” she whispered. Her voice came out so quiet I barely heard it. She let out one short, broken laugh, tears still streaming down her face. “Did you just call this love?”"Avery…" I started, my hands still on her shoulders.“Your father used me. Your brother used me and dumped me. And you…” Her voice broke as she looked at me. “You knew everything and still let me walk around blind.”"I never wanted…""You knew I lost a child." Her words hit like a slap, her voice dropped low again. "You knew everything and you still touched me, still kissed me, still slept beside me every night while I walked around not knowing my own body

Wyatt’s POVTime kept moving whether I wanted it to or not. Meetings piled up, days blurred together, and weeks disappeared.I finally found out where Avery went. Marcus found it through Monochrome’s public calendar. She had gone back to California, splitting time between there and New York for business. Elise handled most of the New York side. Avery stayed as far from our apartment as she could.She wasn't hiding. She was just making sure she was never in the same city as me for long enough to have to deal with me. That hurt worse than not knowing at all. I flew to California two weeks after things settled at Sterling just enough for me to breathe. I stood outside Monochrome’s office for over an hour. I’d called ahead and left a message at the front desk. I told them I wasn’t leaving until she came down. Her assistant passed it on. I know she got the message because fifteen minutes later I saw her through the lobby glass and the second she spotted me outside, she turned and walked

Wyatt’s POVI was in the middle of a budget review when Daniel, my assistant, knocked and opened the door."Mrs. Sterling is here, sir."I looked up from the papers. "Which one?""Richard's wife."I leaned back in my chair. I hadn’t seen her since the funeral. “Send her in.”She walked in with her usual straight posture and calm steps. She sat across from me, set her bag on her lap, and studied me for a second.“I came to tell you something,” she said. “I didn’t agree with Richard’s decision after the will reading. I thought you should know that.”I nodded. I knew more was coming.“But I’ve been watching these past three weeks,” she continued, glancing at the documents on my desk. “The news coverage, how investors reacted, the way the company has moved under you.” She paused. “I think he chose right.”A small weight lifted off my chest. “Thank you.”She waved it away. “No need.” Then she looked at me closer. “How is Avery?”The question caught me off guard. “She’s not speaking to me,

Avery's POV“Please.” My voice cracked. “Just kiss me, Wyatt.”For a second neither of us moved. I thought about Ridgefield.After Wyatt mentioned it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d told me that was where the fall happened. So I went.I found the diner he’d mentioned I worked and the woman who owns the diner recognized me immediately.Her eyes softened when she handed me the picture. Then she started telling me stories of the girl I used to be. How excited I was, how happy I looked, how much I loved that baby before everything fell apart.And the more I listened, the more one thing became impossible to ignore.Every piece of the truth somehow led back to Wyatt. Not because he’d never hurt me, not because I wasn’t still angry.But because every new answer came with another reminder that he’d been there all along, looking for me, protecting me, refusing to let me disappear.Maybe that’s why I ended up in that bar tonight. Not because I wanted to forget. I just didn’t know what