Semua Bab Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Logan Reynolds Adding Viola to the team was part of my plan to stop her from avoiding me. I hate how selfish I sound, but I hate even more how much her distance is messing with me. It’s been days, and it still feels like a weight pressing against my ribs. I tell myself I don’t care. But I know I’m lying.Julian hasn’t reached out to me since that dinner night. Figures, he already made his message clear and any further interactions might not be needed.I bury my face in my palms again. Besides having to worry about Viola for no reason whatsoever, I have an event I have to attend tonight. I can’t bail on it even though I’m in a terrible mood. And I also think my father is trying to set me up with someone at the event.I just hope it’s not the mayor’s daughter because I’ve told him a couple of times that I’m not interested in her, or any other woman, to be honest. I have a lot of healing and moving on to do.For the rest of the day, I try to focus on just work. By the time I leav

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

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

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

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