All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Wyatt’s POVSix months later…I was back at Sterling industry and Kane Ventures every single day.Meetings, contracts, travel, and expansion kept the company running. From the outside, I looked exactly the way people expected me to look. If anyone had asked, they would’ve said I’d moved on. I almost wished it were true.But I stayed at the office until midnight most nights because the apartment was too quiet. I slept only because my body made me. Marcus stopped asking if I was okay. After meetings, he’d wait until everyone else had left before quietly asking if I was still holding together.Avery still slipped into the quiet moments. A conversation would pause and I’d think of her. I’d grab my phone to text something and remember she wouldn’t answer. Six months later and I still hadn’t figured out how to stop.Marcus walked into my office, dropped a folder on my desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down."I finally found something," he said.I looked up from the contract I wasn’t r

Avery's POVThe fashion editor was still talking when my hand found my stomach again.It had become a familiar movement that I barely noticed I was doing it anymore.We talked briefly about Paris expansion and the new collection.When the conversation ended I excused myself and turned.And there he was.I'd known he would be here. Elise had told me. I told myself I was ready but standing in the ballroom looking at him across the room, I realized you can’t really prepare for this.He looked thinner, his face had sharper lines now, and his suit fit but hung differently. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in a long time.His eyes locked on my stomach.My throat tightened.Looking at him brought every memory rushing back.The night I walked out of his apartment, I went straight to Elise’s place and cried until exhaustion finally forced me to stop. Elise never asked me to explain what happened. She knew I wasn’t ready. She brought me water, left food outside my bedroom door when I coul

Avery's POVThe fashion editor was still talking when my hand found my stomach again.It had become a familiar movement that I barely noticed I was doing it anymore.We talked briefly about Paris expansion and the new collection.When the conversation ended I excused myself and turned.And there he was.I'd known he would be here. Elise had told me. I told myself I was ready but standing in the ballroom looking at him across the room, I realized you can’t really prepare for this.He looked thinner, his face had sharper lines now, and his suit fit but hung differently. He looked like he hadn’t slept well in a long time.His eyes locked on my stomach.My throat tightened.Looking at him brought every memory rushing back.The night I walked out of his apartment, I went straight to Elise’s place and cried until exhaustion finally forced me to stop. Elise never asked me to explain what happened. She knew I wasn’t ready. She brought me water, left food outside my bedroom door when I coul

Avery's POVHis hand was still there.His thumb moved slightly against the curve of my stomach, as if he needed to make sure it was real. The orchestra kept playing. Conversations slowly picked up again, waiters continued moving between tables, and cameras flashed across the ballroom. The evening carried on around us, but for those few seconds, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared."Our baby…” he whispered, barely above a whisper.My eyes burned instantly.I swallowed hard, but it did nothing to stop the emotion rising inside me.I covered his hand with both of mine. "Our baby.”He closed his eyes, his jaw worked like he fought to hold everything in.When he opened them again, the tears were still there, refusing to fall.He kept his hand there, his fingers spreading a little wider across my stomach as though feeling it made everything easier to believe.Little by little, the silence around us began to break. Whispers drifted through the ballroom.“She’s been pregnant

Wyatt's POVThe wedding ring rested in my palm, catching the soft morning light.I stood in front of the mirror dressed in my black tuxedo, every button fastened, every cuff perfectly in place.Right there, I wasn’t thinking about how I looked. I was thinking about the woman waiting for me at the end of the aisle.I hadn’t moved in four minutes. I just kept turning the ring, feeling its warmth.The house had been buzzing since sunrise.Staff hurried from one room to another, someone argued over table settings of the reception hall, and Anna somehow managed three phone calls at once without missing a single detail.Edward’s calm voice drifted through the house every now and then, quietly solving problems before anyone else even noticed them.It was chaos, the happiest kind.I closed my hand around the ring and let out a slow breath.It didn’t help.My heart refused to stop beating fast. I flexed my fingers, they were shaking.Today was finally the day.Marcus came in first, took one lo