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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Ruin
Viola McCoy I take a deep breath as I slip into the crowd, willing myself to disappear. So what if Logan is here? At the same event as me? It doesn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t mean anything. I came here with my husband—who’s probably off somewhere flashing that charming smile at another woman—but who cares? I do. No. I shove the thought down, drowning it with the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations around me. I need something to take the edge off. My heels click against the polished floor as I make my way toward the bar. I slip the waiter a ten without saying a word. He nods, sliding a glass of scotch in front of me. The rich amber liquid catches the light, swirling slightly as I lift it. I don’t hesitate. I throw back the shot.For a moment, I close my eyes, letting the warmth settle. Then, I start moving. I weave through the crowd, scanning the room for Julian. My heartbeat is steady now. The sooner I find him, the sooner I can remind myself where I be
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Holding On
Logan Reynolds Why do I never get the disaster heads-up instinct? That gut feeling that warns you, ‘hey, this isn’t going to end well, turn back now, man.’ Maybe I just suck at listening. I shift uncomfortably with my whiskey glass cold against my palm, as Madeline Rein clings to my arm. She’s flashing that bright, polished smile at my father but he’s watching her like she’s a well-trained chess piece sliding into position. My father never does something without a reason and him setting me up with Madeline probably has one selfish reason behind it."Logan," Madeline coos, turning to me. She bats her eyelashes. “Are you going to dance with me?”Rolling naked in a field of broken glass would be preferable to going on that dance floor with her. Standing next to her already scares me. What if I wake up tomorrow with my name tied to Madeline Rein? The queen of scandals."Not tonight," I say flatly. "Pleaseee," she drags out, tilting her head, knowing damn well most men would jum
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Numb
Viola McCoy Logan’s cologne is still on his jacket and it makes my skin feel too warm and my heartbeat a little too unsteady. I take a breath. After confirming that my dress hadn’t actually torn and it was just a zipper malfunction, I fix it. It’s good as new now. I take off Logan’s jacket, hesitating for a second before stepping out into the hallway. He’s gone. My stomach dips. Where did he disappear to? I shake it off and start walking back toward the party, gripping his jacket in my hands. I tellmyself I’ll just find him, return it, and— I see him. He’s dancing with her.The supermodel, Madeline Rein.She’s pressed up against him and her arms are draped around his shoulders. Her lips move closer to his ear and she whispers something that makes him smirk. I don’t know why I stop. I don’t know why I care.I swallow and force myself to move, but before I can take another step, a firm hand grips my wrist. It’s Julian. He leans in close, his breath warm agains
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Late
Viola McCoyThe banging doesn’t stop. “Viola, please—open the door. I didn’t mean to… I swear, baby, it was a mistake.” I close my eyes and press the heels of my hands into them, willing the exhaustion to take over. But sleep won’t come. Not when Julian’s keeps coming from the other side of the door. “I love you, okay? I just, I lost my temper. You know I didn’t mean it.” The door rattles as he leans his forehead against it, his voice muffled but still too loud in the silence of our bedroom. “I just need you to talk to me,” he pleads. “Don’t do this, Vi.” I don’t answer. Instead, I tighten my grip on my laptop, my fingers trembling slightly as I stare at the blinking cursor on the screen. I should be sleeping. But instead, I write. The words spill out faster than I can process them, my fingers flying across the keyboard. I haven’t updated ‘Who Was I Before You?’ in days, but now the story flows easily, as if my female lead has been waiting for me to finally set her
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Wrong
Viola McCoy “You were late.” Logan says.I force a small smile. “I overslept.” His gaze sharpens. “Did something happen last night?” “No.” The lie comes too easily. I reach into my bag and hand him his jacket. “Here. Thanks for lending it to me.” He doesn’t take it. “Keep it.” “I can’t.” I set the bag in front of him. A beat of silence. His eyes don’t leave mine. I can feel it that he has something he isn’t saying. I start to turn away, but then…“Why did you erase it?” My stomach drops. I freeze. Slowly, I turn back to him. “Erase what?” He tilts his head slightly, studying me. “The tattoo.” His voice is quieter now. “The one we got together.” My fingers twitch at my sides. “I still have yours, Viola.” He steps closer. “Why did you erase mine? Did you hate me that much?” I can’t tell him the truth. That Julian forced me to remove it before we got married. That it was never my choice. So instead, I swallow the lump in my throat and say, “I wanted every me
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Not Even Close
Logan Reynolds "I wanted every memory of you gone." The words stay lodged in my mind like a rusted knife, wedged so deep that every attempt to pull them out only makes the wound worse. Viola said that to me. She looked me right in the eye and said it like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I exhale sharply, leaning back in my chair and dragging a hand down my face. The office is silent, the screen in front of me is filled with unfinished reports, emails I was supposed to respond to hours ago, but I haven’t gotten a damn thing done. Because I can’t stop thinking about her. About the way her voice didn’t waver when she said it. Every memory of me, gone. I shut my laptop with more force than necessary. The ache in my chest turns into something else. Something heavier. Something I can’t name. My phone buzzes. I glance at the screen. Dad. I sigh before answering. “What is it?” “You have dinner with Madeline tonight,” he states, as if it’s not up for debate. I rub a
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Company
Viola McCoy I blink away the sting in my eyes and push past the lump in my throat. Julian’s absence shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t still have the power to hollow me out like this. But it does. It always does.And the worst part?I should leave. I reach for my purse, forcing my hands to steady as I push my chair back. My limbs feel heavy as I feel the weight of someone’s gaze in me. I hesitate before raising my head, and my heart stumbles in my chest. Logan.He’s standing just a few feet away, his dark eyes locked onto mine. There’s something unreadable in his expression and it makes my stomach twist. I don’t know how long he’s been watching me, but the moment our eyes meet, I look away. I can’t let him see it. The sadness. The disappointment. The humiliation.I push to my feet, gripping my purse a little too tightly. But before I can take a step, he moves. “Hey, hey, no rush,” he says, closing the distance between us.I shouldn’t stop. I should keep walkin
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Distraction
Logan Reynolds I watch Viola’s car disappear into the night, the taillights shrinking until they blend into the city’s glow. I know I should turn away, but I don’t. It’s almost midnight. Is it safe for her to be driving alone at this hour? I clench my jaw. Not my business. She made it clear she didn’t want me to drop her off. But the way she bolted the second Madeline showed up, is unsettling. Was she afraid? Or did she think something was going on between us? A soft hum of laughter pulls me from my thoughts. “I saw you at the party with that lady too.” I turn to find Madeline watching me, arms crossed, with an amused smirk on her lips. I play dumb. “What lady?” Madeline scoffs. “The one that just left.” I shake my head. “You’re imagining things. We should go.” Madeline doesn’t push. She just shrugs, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder before sliding into the passenger seat of my car. The ride is quiet on my end, at least. Madeline talks, fil
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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Outburst
Viola McCoy The spoon slips from my fingers the moment I see him.Julian.Standing at the door. The warm laughter that had just filled the room with Bonnie and Logan dies. A coldness slips into the space between us. I can feel Logan’s body shift beside me, subtle but tense.“Vi?” Julian says softly. He takes a step forward.I don’t say a word.Because I’m not sure what version of him I’m getting today. The one who kisses me on the forehead and calls me darling? Or the one who locks doors and drags me by the wrist until my ankles feel like it’d crack?My body instinctively leans closer to Logan. I don’t mean to—it’s not intentional, not performative—but it’s like my ribs remember who was there when I passed out cold in the street. My skin still burns from where the masked man grabbed me, and all I can think is Julian didn’t save me. Logan did.“I didn’t know you were here,” Julian says, eyes scanning the room now. The flowers on the nightstand. The extra chair pulled beside
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Emergency
Logan Reynolds I watch the nurses wheel Viola away, her body limp against the hospital stretcher. Her hair matted, her skin is pale. There’s a smear of blood on her chin, a bruise above her collarbone, and my throat feels like it’s closing up. My heart slams against my ribs, wild, like it’s trying to tear through my chest to get to her.I keep hearing that sound—her body hitting the pavement right before I caught her. One second she was knocking on my door, the next she was collapsing into my arms. I remember the way she whispered my name right before she lost consciousness. The terror in her eyes. The tremble in her voice. I’d shouted her name, trying to wake her up, to keep her with me.God.I should’ve protected her.I carry that weight now, pacing the sterile white hallway of the ER like a madman. Everything feels wrong. Off. I run a hand through my hair and look down at the faint traces of blood still on my shirt. Hers.I should’ve taken it seriously when she told me ab
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Attack
Viola McCoy I’ve been extra careful since the creeper incident a few days ago, locking every door twice, double-checking the windows, sleeping with the hallway light on even though I hate the glow it casts across the wall like shadows trying to crawl in. And hopefully—God, hopefully—Julian is finally coming back from his triptonight. I told myself I’d tell him about the man lurking outside the last time. Even though deep down, I suspected... no, I feared he had something to do with it. But I couldn’t doubt him. He’s my husband. Still is. And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe that’s why the thought ever entered my head at all—that he could be behind something like that. What kind of marriage do you have when you’re afraid of your own partner?A honk blares outside, sharp and sudden, and my spine stiffens.I glance at the clock. 8:02 PM. Of course. Julian. It’s got to be him. I rise from the couch, feeling the soreness still lingering in my back from being locked in that dam
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Creeper
Viola McCoy The house is quiet again. Too quiet.Amirah left a few minutes ago—after tea, a lot of pacing, and promises to talk to Kendrick face-to-face. I stood by the front door, watching her drive away, arms wrapped around my waist like that might stop the tremble I didn’t want her to see. As soon as her taillights faded down the street, I closed the door and leaned my back against it, my head tipping back until it hit the wood.Silence stretches through the house.Julian’s gone. Business trip, he said, though he never told me where. No proper goodbye. No apology. Just a warning disguised as a farewell—“Try not to make things worse while I’m gone.”Worse. As if I’m the one lighting matches.I move slowly through the living room, dragging my fingers along the edge of the couch as I pass. My legs are still sore from yesterday, from being yanked up the stairs like I was nothing but weight to be hauled around. I didn’t let Amirah see the bruise on my wrist when she came by. Th
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine News
Viola McCoy The door’s open now. I heard the click around 4 a.m.—not because I was waiting for it, but because I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. My eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling while my thoughts clawed at the inside of my skull. I must’ve blinked a thousand times, hoping one of them would carry me into sleep, into some kind of dream where things didn’t feel this fractured. But it never came.And now, the door is just... open. Like last night never happened. Like the anger, the dragging, the yelling, the fear—I’m supposed to just erase it. Just walk out and go back to normal.I finally shift. My legs are stiff, my back sore. I’ve been curled up in the same position for hours. The wooden floor beneath me has left a dull ache in my hips, but it’s the numbness that gets me—the way I don’t even flinch at it. Today’s Sunday. No office. Not that it would’ve mattered. I don’t have the strength to sit behind a desk, smile at coworkers, pretend everything’s fine. I barely have the strength
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Rare
Viola McCoy Logan and I continue to sit on his car as we stare at the horizon. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have let him sneak me out.But if I had stayed in that house one moment longer, I would’ve lost it completely. I would’ve screamed. Thrown something. Maybe told Julian’s mother exactly what I thought of her sad, tight little smiles and fake compliments. I would’ve told his cousin to keep her uterus-obsessed mouth shut and that the reason we don’t have kids isn’t her damn business. I would’ve said a lot of things I shouldn’t.So maybe sneaking out with Logan wasn’t the worst mistake I could’ve made today.The wind is gentle, cool against my cheeks. The view from here stretches endlessly and the sun has almost dipped past the horizon. I hug myself tighter.I wonder what Julian is thinking right now. Wonder if he’s pacing. Fuming. Wondering where the hell I am. I told myself I’d only be gone for a few minutes, just a breather, but it’s been over an hour. Maybe two. I
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Escape
Logan ReynoldsI should’ve known something was up when Julian invited me over. Never thought he’d reach out to me. If anything, he should be wary of me, not shooting out casual texts saying we’re old friends. And yet, I showed up. Like an idiot. Thinking maybe—just maybe—I’d get to see Viola. Talk to her. See through the cracks in whatever illusion they’re trying to sell as a happy marriage.Now I’m sitting at this long-ass mahogany table, surrounded by a sea of fake smiles and passive-aggressive comments. I regret it already. The air is thick with roasted meat and tension. There’s a massive centerpiece of red roses and golden eucalyptus that looks expensive but smells faintly like mildew. Across from me, Julian’s cousin is twirling her hair around a manicured finger, eyes locked on me like I’m a steak she wants to sink her teeth into.“So… what do you do?” she asks, voice sugar-sweet and clearly rehearsed.I clear my throat, pushing the mashed potatoes around my plate with the
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Dreadful
Viola McCoy For the rest of the day, my mind is a chaotic mess. I’m unable to think of anything besides the scene in the elevator. I tell myself it didn’t mean anything. That it was just tension—claustrophobia, proximity, fatigue. Anything but real. But it’s a lie, and I know it.Still, I manage to get through the rest of my workday without any more intrusive thoughts clawing at me. I focus on spreadsheets, keep my head down, smile at the interns like everything’s normal. Like I’m not completely unraveling on the inside.Julian hasn’t texted all day. Not a single word. But I’m sure he saw the missed calls, saw the timestamp when I got home, saw Logan’s car dropping me off. I wonder what’s running through his mind right now. I want to believe he’ll understand, but who am I kidding? Even I wouldn’t believe me.Even if I keep reassuring him that nothing happened, that it’s not what it looks like... deep down, I know it is what it looks like. Maybe worse.I drive home in silence, hand
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Clarity
Logan Reynolds She said it.She said not feeling seen isn’t enough reason to tear down a marriage. And maybe she’s right. Maybe that alone doesn’t justify lighting a match to vows and rings and promises made in front of people who believed them. But I know it’s not just about being seen. There’s more. So much more.Like the way her voice changes when she says his name. Hollow. Or how her hands shake when she thinks no one’s watching. Or the way she looks at me like I’m oxygen in a room that keeps running out of air.And now, we’re stuck. In a goddamn elevator.I lean back against the cold metal wall, arms crossed, trying to breathe past the heat pooling low in my chest. I can still feel the soft imprint of her waist under my hands. The tension in her spine when I touched her. The way her body moved without thinking, grabbing onto me when the elevator shuddered.She’s curled up on the floor now, knees pulled tight to her chest, like she’s trying to make herself disappear. Her he
