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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Empty
Viola McCoy The city lights blur past me as I drive back home. It’s past 7pm and the hum of the engine is the only sound in the car. But my mind is loud, louder than ever.Logan is really back.He looks pretty much the same as he did three years ago. They say some people don’t age. He didn’t, he only grew taller with broader shoulders. My insides tighten anytime I remember the image of him from this morning. He was always the prototypical American golden boy with sandy hair, cornflower-blue eyes and a wide grin. But that doesn’t matter now because I’ve spent the whole day pretending he isn’t back. Pretending I didn’t see him, pretending his presence didn’t shake something loose inside me. But no amount of pretending can stop the truth from creeping in. He was there. Standing in front of me. Looking at me like I was some ghost from his past instead of a woman who had learned to survive without him. My phone buzzes in the cupholder. I glance down. Amirah. I already know why she’
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-26Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Alone
Viola McCoy He didn’t show up. He never has. But this time, I really thought he would. A knot forms at the pit of my stomach. Why did I let myself hope this time? Maybe because I had woken up to Julian, my husband, holding a bouquet of flowers and waiting to hand them to me as soon as I’d woken up.Even though it’s my birthday, I hadn’t expected him to do something special for me. He’s not done something special for me in a long long time. But still, that simple gesture—coupled with the special dinner he’d said he planned for both of us this evening—had made me hope he really meant every word he said.But he didn’t. And now, I’m sitting alone at Chilvary Restaurant, staring at the untouched candle on my cake. I exhale slowly, forcing down the sting of humiliation. I can leave. I should leave. But instead, I continue to sit there, waiting, just like I always do. The restaurant doors swing open, and for a brief, stupid second, I think it’s him. It isn’t. The candle on my c
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine My Life
Viola McCoy I blink through my tears as I drive back home. A part of me is aching but another part of me isn’t surprised. Julian has had a few scandals with a few women over the years which he always denies. So I shouldn’t even feel anything.My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I step on the gas. The cool night air does nothing to make me feel better. What I should feel though, is the urge to run. But I also know I never will because leaving isn’t an option when you have nowhere to go.No family to run to. A spiteful step mother who wants nothing to do with me would never accept me. And my step siblings are no good either. I could run to my parents but they’re both up there. In heaven, probably watching their daughter settle for less and less everyday.So, yes, I keep driving. Past the streetlights, past my pride, past every version of me that deserved better.When I finally arrive at my home—a spiraling penthouse in the heart of Chicago, I let myself breath. Julian’
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine My Past
Viola McCoy The next morning, I wake up around 6am. I turn my head. The space next to me is untouched, the sheets are still smooth. Julian didn’t bother coming upstairs last night. As usual. I shrug, staring at the ceiling. My throat feels a bit sore and my eyelids are heavy. I should get more sleep before I get ready for the office. I still have an hour or so. But I can’t get myself to sleep. Instead, I grab my laptop on the nightstand, sitting up on my bed. I stare at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen for a while. Besides work, writing is the only thing that still belongs to me. The only thing Julian hasn’t controlled. And that’s probably because he doesn’t know about it, nobody does. To the world, I’m a faceless writer with the name Shortstuff002 whose words have reached thousands. My readers love my stories, waiting for each new chapter as if I hold the answers to their own heartbreaks. And maybe, just maybe their positive comments have kept me going until now.I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Logan Reynolds
Logan Reynolds Viola McCoy still holds her breath when she’s nervous. I shouldn’t have noticed that. Shouldn’t have remembered. But the second I said her name, I saw it—the way her shoulders tensed, the slight hitch in her throat. The way she refused to look at me. I want her to look at me. To say something. The girl I knew would have. She used to joke that her voice was made for radio and her face for the goddamn silver screen. Full lips, high cheekbones, curls that spilled over her tanned shoulders. Blue-gray eyes that always sparked with warmth. Skin that glowed like liquid silk in the sunlight. But that girl is gone. Her hair is straight now even though she used to say she hated straight hair because they were too basic and boring. Her eyes have lost its warmth. She wears crisp white shirts with an expression I can’t quite place.But I see through it. I don’t blame her for pretending I don’t exist. Maybe I don’t, not to her. Three years is a long time. Long e
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine The Call
Logan Reynolds“Well, you’re doing great for someone I underrated.” Grant says as he walks into my office. “Don’t overdo it because you’re running away from something.”He gives me one of his knowing looks and I hate that he knows me so well. I grit my teeth. He knows I’m burying myself with work on the first day so I don’t have to think about Viola. Grant takes a seat from across me, propping his elbows on my messy desk. “You can’t avoid her forever. Might as well just resolve the unresolved issues and move on.”I sneer at him, finally dropping the pen in my hand and giving him my full attention. “There’s no unresolved issue. Viola is in my past.”“But that past is somehow still infiltrating your present. How about you two have a nice chat and clear the air?.”“She doesn’t seem to want one.” I say. “You saw the way she ignored me.”“Well, she hates you, give or take.” Grant pinches the bridge of his nose. “Plus, she’s happily married. I’m sure she also wants clarity so it doesn’t
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-05Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine The Guest
Viola McCoy The city lights blur past me as I drive back home. It’s past 7pm and the hum of the engine is the only sound in the car. But my mind is loud, louder than ever.Logan is really back.He looks pretty much the same as he did three years ago. They say some people don’t age. He didn’t, he only grew taller with broader shoulders. My insides tighten anytime I remember the image of him from this morning. He was always the prototypical American golden boy with sandy hair, cornflower-blue eyes and a wide grin. But that doesn’t matter now because I’ve spent the whole day pretending he isn’t back. Pretending I didn’t see him, pretending his presence didn’t shake something loose inside me. But no amount of pretending can stop the truth from creeping in. He was there. Standing in front of me. Looking at me like I was some ghost from his past instead of a woman who had learned to survive without him. My phone buzzes in the cupholder. I glance down. Amirah. I already know why she’
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Own
Viola McCoy My breath catches in my throat as Logan walks towards me. I school my features into indifference as his gaze meets mine. His gaze is steady and unreadable, but there’s something in his blue eyes—something I don’t dare decipher. “It’s good to see you again,” Logan says in familiar way that makes my chest tighten. Before I can even formulate a response, Julian’s arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him. His grip is possessive, and his lips brush against my temple in a show of affection that doesn’t belong to us. Not really. “We must all be famished,” Julian announces. “Let’s eat first.” I swallow down whatever emotion is threatening to rise and let him lead me to the dining table. Logan settles across from us and I can’t help but notice the slight tension at the corner of his mouth. I force myself to focus on my plate. Dinner is silent. The kind of silence that isn’t comfortable or easy. My heart is pounding and I think they both would’ve heard
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11
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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Empty
Viola McCoy The city lights blur past me as I drive back home. It’s past 7pm and the hum of the engine is the only sound in the car. But my mind is loud, louder than ever.Logan is really back.He looks pretty much the same as he did three years ago. They say some people don’t age. He didn’t, he only grew taller with broader shoulders. My insides tighten anytime I remember the image of him from this morning. He was always the prototypical American golden boy with sandy hair, cornflower-blue eyes and a wide grin. But that doesn’t matter now because I’ve spent the whole day pretending he isn’t back. Pretending I didn’t see him, pretending his presence didn’t shake something loose inside me. But no amount of pretending can stop the truth from creeping in. He was there. Standing in front of me. Looking at me like I was some ghost from his past instead of a woman who had learned to survive without him. My phone buzzes in the cupholder. I glance down. Amirah. I already know why she’
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Safe
Logan Reynolds The door shuts behind Bonnie, and for the first time all night, the room is still. Not quiet. Still. Like the kind of stillness you get after a storm tears through a town and leaves everything soaked, broken, but somehow standing.Viola shifts against the pillows, trying to mask the way her body winces at the movement. I want to stop her, to hold her steady, to be her anchor—but I also know better than to touch her without permission right now. She’s been touched too much without it.So I just sit. Watch. Wait.Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches for the soup again. “It’s good,” she says softly.“Bonnie made it fresh this morning.” I fold my hands in my lap. “She almost burned her fingers trying to get it packed before I left the house.”Viola lets out a soft laugh. “Tell her I said thank you.”“I will.”She takes another bite. I study her face—the subtle bruise under her right eye, the cut on her chin, the scratches that trail down her arm. She’s wearing
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
