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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Networking Event
Viola McCoy I’ve been avoiding Logan like he’s the plague and I’m patient zero trying not to relapse.At work, I pretend like he doesn’t exist. I don’t look in his direction during meetings. I take the stairs just to avoid running into him in the elevator. I even wear sunglasses at lunch so I can keep my eyes on my plate and not the damn glass wall separating his office from mine.But none of it helps. Because Logan Reynolds is still there—in the corner of my mind, in the tightness of my chest, in the stupid flutter I get every time I think about those notes.God, those notes.They were sweet and haunting and felt like safety. And, I had let myself believe in them. I let myself need them. I let them fill the quiet spaces my marriage left hollow.But it wasn’t Romeo112 I fell for, it was Logan. And that’s the problem. Because Logan is wrong for me. He makes me feel. Too deeply, too quickly, too much. And I can’t afford to feel too much.Not when my life is already barely ho
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Meet
Logan Reynolds She drove off the second she saw me. Didn’t even hesitate. Just got in her car and peeled out like I was something she needed to escape from.It’s been like that for days now. Viola's been avoiding me so hard, I’m starting to hate myself for even trying. No eye contact. No small talk. And the thing that stings the most? I deserve it. I held my tongue. I played it safe when I should’ve been honest. I watched her unravel and didn’t step in. I just let it happen.I've been pouring everything into work, burying myself in reports, calls, late nights at the office like productivity can drown out the ache. It doesn’t help. None of it does.She’s in my head. All the time. And when she’s not, the silence she leaves behind is louder than any noise.I pull into my driveway, grab my coat off the passenger seat and slam the door shut. The porch light’s off. Huh. That’s odd. Bonnie’s usually here, raiding my fridge and yelling at me about my lack of social life.I punch
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Cute Drunk
Logan Reynolds“Hey, Logan,” she says, smiling at me like I didn’t ruin everything.It’s... weird. Sweet, but weird. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glassy.“You alright?” I step closer, placing a steady hand on her bare shoulder. Her skin is warm and so soft.She wobbles slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”“You’re drunk.”“I’m no. You are.”I can’t help it, I laugh. “Still cute when you’re drunk.”A memory hits me out of nowhere. Viola drunk, barefoot on my bed, singing five different love songs off-key for hours. Just standing on the mattress, doing little twirls and holding an invisible mic. The next morning she couldn’t talk. Said her throat felt like sandpaper.My lips twitch at the memory.She starts to walk away and I follow her, because what the hell else am I supposed to do?“Vi, do you even know where you’re going?”“Obviously not,” she says with a giggle, nearly walking into a plant.We end up on a balcony. The night is quiet here, away from the hum of clinking glasse
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Sober
Logan Reynolds I almost laugh at the absurdity of it. “No, silly,” I say. “You.”She looks at me. “Oh wow. The great Logan Reynolds is in love with me.”She says it like it’s a joke. Like the idea of me loving her is some hilarious concept. And I can only smile, not because it’s funny—but because she wouldn’t believe me sober. She walks back to the seat, humming some random tune, with her steps light and a little wobbly. I follow her, taking a seat beside her again. “No, for real,” I say quietly. “I love you.”“Yes, yes,” she replies with a flutter of her hand like she’s swatting away my confession. I smile again, but it’s a sad one. Because I know she wouldn’t remember. Or worse, she’d remember and convince herself she misheard. That I didn’t mean it.The wind picks up, carrying the smell of rain. It might rain tonight because it’s starting to get chilly. I shrug off my coat and drape it around her shoulders.“I’m fine,” she says, pulling it tighter anyway.“It’s chilly,” I
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Savior
Viola McCoy My head is pounding. I can’t think straight as I glance between Logan and the man. I immediately rush to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. There’s a raging ache inside my skull. My head throbs relentlessly, and the spinning inside my mind is too much to handle. I feel like I’m drowning in the noise of my own thoughts. I lean over the sink, splashing cold water on my face, hoping it’ll snap me out of the haze. I stare at my reflection, wiping my face with the towel. But the moment my eyes close, I see it—“would you want to have your hands all over me?” My heart stops in my chest. I snap my eyes open, forcing myself to breathe. What the hell was that? Who did I say that to? Why can’t I remember? I hold my head in my hands, but the pain only intensifies. Minutes pass. Hours? I don’t know. Time feels irrelevant right now, just like my thoughts. I sit down on the bathroom floor, hugging my knees to my chest, trying to make sense of everything, but nothing seems to
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Letting go
Viola McCoy Logan starts the car, the sound of the rain intensifying as it pelts the roof. I can’t look at him. My heart is still racing, and I’m not sure if I can handle whatever it is I’m feeling right now. Why is he still here? Why did he stay when everyone else left? “You stayed behind?” My voice is shaky, and I hate it. I hate that I can’t even ask without sounding like I don’t understand why. Logan glances at me. “I saw when Julian’s car drove off, I didn’t see you next to him. Plus, you ran down the hallway and never came out, so I thought you passed out somewhere.” He was looking for me? My heart flips in my chest. I bite my lip to keep it together, but my hands still tremble in my lap. “Do you still feel cold?” he asks after a moment, glancing over at me. I shake my head, trying to act like I’m fine, but I’m not. I’m anything but fine. The rain is still hammering the car. Logan passes his coat to me, and I take it, wrapping it around my shoulders. But even the wa
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine After
Viola McCoy The ceiling hasn’t changed since the last time I looked at it. I let my eyes blur until it’s all white and meaningless again. The sun has long since set behind the thick curtains I never pulled open. I know I’m late for work. I know people are probably wondering where I am. But I just... can’t move.My body feels like it’s been dragged underwater and left there—heavy, slow, feverish. The rain that beat against me last night must’ve won. But worse than the cold lodged in my bones is the guilt in my chest. Logan kissed me. No. I kissed him too. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t stop him. I let it happen. And worse, I felt something.I roll over too fast and nearly fall off the bed. My forehead burns as I press it to the edge of my pillow. I feel like I’m being slowly cooked from the inside out, but the pit in my stomach is colder than anything. I kissed Logan. I let myself want him.There’s a light knock on the door. Julian?I lift my head slowly. He left me at the part
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine An answer
Logan Reynolds I’m still at my desk, but my head isn’t in this office anymore.The taste of her lips, it’s still there. Like the ghost of something sweet I wasn’t supposed to have but took anyway. It lingers. Just like the look in her eyes right before it happened. The hesitation, the silent chaos flickering behind her lashes. She kissed me back. That much I know. She wanted it in that moment. I felt it in the way her hands clung to me like she needed someone to steady her.Now? Now, it’s like it never happened.I drag a hand down my face, staring blankly at my phone, screen still lit up from the last message I sent Viola. Me: “You’re avoiding my texts? I’m coming over to see you.”I didn’t mean it. Not really. I just wanted her to respond. To say something. Anything. The silence is driving me up the damn wall. I need clarity. Not this aching uncertainty that’s been riding my shoulders since the second I left her on that porch last night. Her hair was dripping, her lips swoll
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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
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Truth
Viola McCoyI step back instinctively, my spine pressing into the cold metallic wall. My knees weaken. My voice dies in my throat. “Tell me it wasn’t a mistake,” he whispers. “Tell me you were sober, Vi.”For a moment, I think I might say something but the elevator jolts, almost making me fatal but he’s quick to grab my waist to steady me. But the movement doesn’t seem to budge him. He just wants my answer.Logan’s hands are still on my waist. One steadying me, the other just… there. Holding. His touch isn’t forceful, but it burns like it’s made of fire. I close my eyes for a second, just a second, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne—clean, woodsy, sharp with the kind of masculinity that shouldn't make my knees weak right now, but absolutely does.He steps back half a foot, just enough for me to breathe. “Say it now. Tell me it meant nothing. Tell me you were drunk. Tell me I imagined every damn second of it.”I swallow. Hard. My throat feels like it’s coated in sandpaper. “I was
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Confrontation
Viola McCoy My mind is a mess as I drive to the office the following morning. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and I’m only vaguely aware of how cold they are, how stiff my knuckles feel. I haven’t slept well. I tossed all night.Julian hasn’t said a word to me since that kiss. Since those awful, awful words left his mouth. Whore. The word still clings to my skin like cigarette smoke, something I can’t quite scrub off, no matter how many showers I take. He kissed me after saying it. Touched me like he owned every broken piece of me. And then there’s Logan.I press my foot to the brake a little too hard as I pull into the parking lot. My heart stumbles in my chest when I see his car already parked. Of course he’s here. Early, like always. Reliable, in that maddening, inconvenient way. I kill the engine.I’ll have to face him. I know that. I can’t keep avoiding him forever, no matter how much my body trembles at the thought. I need to tell him the kiss was
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Realize
Viola McCoy An hour has passed. He said he was coming.I guess he isn’t and I’m relieved.Well… sort of. Maybe.I slide out of bed. My head is still heavy, like there’s a slow-burning fire behind my eyes. My skin feels clammy under my robe, the fever hasn’t quite broken. I shuffle toward the door and down the stairs, clutching the handrail. The house is oddly quiet and yet something smells… sweet. Pancakes.Julian’s pancakes.The scent hits me before I even make it to the kitchen. My stomach clenches. Hunger, sure. But mostly guilt. He’s trying. He’s being sweet, and somehow that’s making it worse.I pause just outside the kitchen and inhale sharply, steadying myself. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to look at him and lie. But I also don’t want to tell him the truth. Not when I’m still trying to untangle it myself.I step inside.He’s at the stove, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he flips a pancake with too much force. It slaps the pan. He’s wearing his "domestic" fac
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine An answer
Logan Reynolds I’m still at my desk, but my head isn’t in this office anymore.The taste of her lips, it’s still there. Like the ghost of something sweet I wasn’t supposed to have but took anyway. It lingers. Just like the look in her eyes right before it happened. The hesitation, the silent chaos flickering behind her lashes. She kissed me back. That much I know. She wanted it in that moment. I felt it in the way her hands clung to me like she needed someone to steady her.Now? Now, it’s like it never happened.I drag a hand down my face, staring blankly at my phone, screen still lit up from the last message I sent Viola. Me: “You’re avoiding my texts? I’m coming over to see you.”I didn’t mean it. Not really. I just wanted her to respond. To say something. Anything. The silence is driving me up the damn wall. I need clarity. Not this aching uncertainty that’s been riding my shoulders since the second I left her on that porch last night. Her hair was dripping, her lips swoll
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine After
Viola McCoy The ceiling hasn’t changed since the last time I looked at it. I let my eyes blur until it’s all white and meaningless again. The sun has long since set behind the thick curtains I never pulled open. I know I’m late for work. I know people are probably wondering where I am. But I just... can’t move.My body feels like it’s been dragged underwater and left there—heavy, slow, feverish. The rain that beat against me last night must’ve won. But worse than the cold lodged in my bones is the guilt in my chest. Logan kissed me. No. I kissed him too. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t stop him. I let it happen. And worse, I felt something.I roll over too fast and nearly fall off the bed. My forehead burns as I press it to the edge of my pillow. I feel like I’m being slowly cooked from the inside out, but the pit in my stomach is colder than anything. I kissed Logan. I let myself want him.There’s a light knock on the door. Julian?I lift my head slowly. He left me at the part
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Letting go
Viola McCoy Logan starts the car, the sound of the rain intensifying as it pelts the roof. I can’t look at him. My heart is still racing, and I’m not sure if I can handle whatever it is I’m feeling right now. Why is he still here? Why did he stay when everyone else left? “You stayed behind?” My voice is shaky, and I hate it. I hate that I can’t even ask without sounding like I don’t understand why. Logan glances at me. “I saw when Julian’s car drove off, I didn’t see you next to him. Plus, you ran down the hallway and never came out, so I thought you passed out somewhere.” He was looking for me? My heart flips in my chest. I bite my lip to keep it together, but my hands still tremble in my lap. “Do you still feel cold?” he asks after a moment, glancing over at me. I shake my head, trying to act like I’m fine, but I’m not. I’m anything but fine. The rain is still hammering the car. Logan passes his coat to me, and I take it, wrapping it around my shoulders. But even the wa
