บททั้งหมดของ He was never mine: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Wyatt’s POVThe conference room was dead silent after she left.I sat there for a long time, staring at the folder she’d thrown back at me still on the table where it landed.The door had closed minutes ago. But I could still hear it, the sound of her walking away.I’d expected negotiation, counter-offers and push back.Not this, not her walking out completely.My assistant appeared cautiously in the doorway, like he wasn't entirely sure if he should interrupt.“Should I follow up with Monochrome?” He asked. “No.”He hesitated. “Sir…”“I said leave it, for now.”He nodded once and disappeared again.I leaned back in my chair, the leather cracking softly beneath me.The conference room suddenly became larger than it had an hour ago. It was too quiet.My gaze returned to the folder. Every condition I’d laid out.Some made sense. They were defensible, standard in development deals.I replayed the conversation in my mind.The way her expression had changed with each condition. One momen

Avery’s POV“What kind of security issue?” I asked.For a second, nobody moved. Wyatt was standing near the center of my office and Stella was halfway through the doorway. The tension that had been building between us had shifted instantly into something cooler.Stella’s face went pale.“IT flagged a breach,” she said. “Someone breached our firewall.”My pulse spiked.“When?” I asked.“They’re assessing it.” She replied quickly. “But it happened within two hours.”I was already moving toward the door. Wyatt stepped aside.“Which systems were accessed?”Stella hesitated. “The design servers.”Everything inside me went still.The design servers held the core of Monochrome. Every sketch, every private commission waiting to be released, including the ones that weren’t public yet.I pushed past Stella and headed straight for IT.The IT department was in chaos when I entered. Three engineers were hunched over monitors, typing rapidly as screens filled with codes.My head of IT, Daniel, look

The building stood in front of me, its historic facade catching the morning light decorated with old stone and tall windows. I could see some renovations had been done through the glass. Wyatt’s car was already parked outside. I stepped outside of my car, adjusting the straps of my bag on my shoulders. The morning air was cool and the street was still quiet at this hour. He was waiting near the entrance, his hands were relaxed by his side like he had been there for a while. “Morning,” he greeted. “Morning.” The main door clicked open with his keycard. He held it for me. I walked past him into the building that was mine now. The air inside smelled like fresh paint and new materials. Sawdust lingered faintly at some corners. Protective sheets covered the floor while some construction materials and equipment were neatly stacked at some corners. The lobby was impressive. The ceiling was high, giving the entire long an open and spacious feel. Natural light flooded thro

Wyatt’s POVI was getting careless.I was back to my office, I dropped into my chair behind my desk and stared at nothing.The inspection itself had gone well, professionally at least. She’d been impressed with the building, asked questions and took notes of the layout.But I'd slipped, more than once and I was almost certain she’d noticed. “How would you know that?”Her voice echoed in my head.I’d deflected, I made up some explanation about design standards, complete bullshit.But she didn't believe me. I could see it in her eyes. The way the wheels were turning as she tried to piece things together.My fingers drummed against the edge of the desk.How many more moments like this before she connects dots? Before she realized I wasn’t just someone who had known briefly years ago? Before she remembered what we were to each other?That thought made my stomach twist.Because part of me wanted her to remember, wanted her to look and remember who I was to her.But the rest of me knew w

Wyatt’s POV“Someone who looked exactly like Nathaniel’s ex-wife.”My blood went cold.Douglas didn’t seem to notice my reaction. He was still thinking through his observation. “Blonde hair,” he continued, leaning forward. “Stunning and confident. She owns that popular design company…Monochrome.”My hand curled into a fist beneath the desk.“Did you know about this?” He asked.I forced myself to remain calm.“No. I didn’t.” I lied.The lie came out easily. I’d been lying so much lately it barely took effort anymore.Douglas nodded slowly. “I need to tell Richard. He’d want to know.” Something tightened in my chest.“I’ve been calling him for the past few days,” he added, his brows furrowed together. “But his assistant said he can’t take calls at the moment.”“I’ll tell him.”Douglas looked up. “You will?”“I’m visiting him today anyway. I’ll mention it.”He seemed satisfied with my words.“Good. He should know.”We shook hands again.“Give Richard my best,” he said.“I will.”We wr