Lahat ng Kabanata ng He was never mine: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Wyatt’s POVIt's been six hours now, six hours of the twelve-hour deadline.I sat in that waiting room chair, the same one I’d been in all night. I hadn't slept. Just sat still, watching the clock on the wall tick forward.Every minute felt like an hour and every hour felt like days.My phone buzzed in my hand. It was the contact I had called earlier. I stepped outside to take it.“We found him.” His voice was flat. He has always been one of my most efficient contacts. “Junkie holed up in a shitty motel two towns over. He still has some of her stuff. Do you want me to hold him there or take him to one of our hideouts?”My hand tightened around the phone. “Keep him there. Don’t let him leave. I’ll deal with him later.”After I knew if the baby survived.“Understood.”I hung up and went back inside. Back to waiting for another two hours making eight hours. A different nurse walked past me, younger than the one from last night. She glanced at me, did a double take. Recognized me from ea

Avery’s POV“Wyatt...”His name dropped from my mouth soft and broken, like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying.Tears pulled in my eyes despite my effort to be steady. Relief washed over me that it hurt physically, holding the breath from my lungs.He was here, he actually came.He took steps closer slowly, like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast. He reached for my hand carefully, like I was made of glass that might break under his touch.I didn’t pull away, I couldn’t if I wanted to.His fingers got my hand and wrapped around mine, it was warm and solid and real. “You came,” I whispered, my voice cracking.“Of course I came.” His voice sounded broken, completely wrecked. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t?”My free hand pressed against my belly, tears fell harder now, hot on my bruised cheeks, making it painful.“The baby…” I said in a low tone. “They said the heartbeat was unstable, that they almost had to…”“Is okay.” He cut me off quickly, squeezed my hand tigh

Nate’s POVI stood in front of the mirror adjusting my tie for the third time today in my perfect tailored tuxedo in a perfect venue with perfect weather.Everything was perfect except the tight knot in my stomach that wouldn’t go away.My father was still in the hospital, still recovering from his collapse. His absence today of all days weighed heavily on me.I looked at myself again in the mirror. I was calm on the surface but my mind was in chaos. Well, this was the right choice I thought. I made it months ago. It’s time to follow through.The ceremony was everything, the exact way Celeste had planned. Three hundred guests packed inside the Sterling estate’s grand ballroom, with white roses everywhere, enough to fill a goddamn greenhouse. I stood at the altar waiting for the door to open, then they opened. Celeste appeared alongside her father in a designer white gown, stunning and perfect. She walked down the aisle toward me. I watched her come closer, step by step. The performa

Wyatt’s POVAvery sat on the edge of the hospital bed when I arrived. She was already dressed in the clean clothes I had bought yesterday. She looked exhausted with dark bruises against her pale-looking skin.The nurse handed me some discharge papers to sign. “She needs rest, no strenuous activity and follow-up in 5days to one week.”“Got it.” I signed where she told me to.While the nurse went to get a wheelchair, I pulled the doctor aside near the hallway.“If anything comes up with her scans or the baby,” I kept my voice low, so nobody could hear me, “please me directly.”I handed him my card. He glanced at it then at Avery.“You’re not family.” He said.I met his eyes. “She doesn’t have anyone else.”He pocketed the card without another word.The bills were settled and we made our way to the beach house. Avery stared out the window, constantly checking her belly.“You okay?” I asked.“Just tired.” Her voice was flat.I wanted to push further, to ask what she was thinking, but the

Avery’s POVI woke to an empty house.The couch where Wyatt had been sitting last night was empty. I found a note on the table in the kitchen.“Had to handle something urgent. Back by afternoon. - W”I stared at the note, the feeling, that familiar feeling of being left behind, story of my life...That morning, I made tea that I didn't drink. I stared at walls and outside the window, counting the cars and people that passed the streets. A knock on the door startled me.I moved to the door and looked through the peephole. A man stood there in a simple casual t-shirt and faded blue jeans with his hands in his pocket, a cross back on him.“Yes?” I called through the door.“Miss Monroe? I’m here on behalf of Wyatt Kane.” He said.My heart jumped in my chest. Did something happen to him?I opened the door fast. “Is he okay?”“He’s fine.” The man smiled, extending his hand. “Daniel Cross, business associate. Wyatt asked me to check on you while he’s away.” That sounded like something Wy