All Chapters of Too Close To Handle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"We’re leaving," Edward said, his voice low but steady as he reached for her hand. He gently helped her up, his touch both protective and tender. Abigail didn’t resist—she didn’t want to. Deep down, she’d been waiting for this moment. To walk away. To choose him.Because after everything… what was left to stay for?Whatever fragile hope she’d clung to—that her parents might one day see her, accept her, love her—crumbled the moment they turned their backs on her. Again."You’re not going anywhere," her father snapped, his voice echoing through the warehouse like a threat.Edward didn’t flinch. He turned, eyes sharp as blades, and stared the man down. No words. Just a look that said everything."Come on," he said softly to Abigail, wrapping an arm around her as they started toward the exit.But she barely made it a step before her knees buckled. Her legs felt like jelly, her strength drained by the weight of everything—grief, anger, heartbreak.She gasped, stumbling.Edward caught her i

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains.Abigail stirred, her lashes fluttering open as she slowly became aware of the warmth wrapped around her. Strong arms. A steady heartbeat. She blinked, tilting her head up—and froze.Edward was asleep beside her, his arms still securely around her. And to her surprise, she was holding him too.Her breath caught.She stared at his face, peaceful in sleep, and memories from the night before came rushing back. The fever. The tears. His voice telling her he wouldn’t leave. The way he held her like she mattered.Her heart ached.She remembered the island—how he came for her, like some knight out of a story. But she wasn’t a princess. Her parents had made sure she knew that. To them, she was a curse. A mistake.And yet… here he was. Holding her like she was something precious.She was getting used to this—waking up and finding him there. The quiet comfort of his presence. The way he made her feel safe, even when she didn’t want to admit it.

“Eddie!” a cheerful voice rang out from the living room of Edward’s family mansion.Edward and Abigail had just come down the stairs after one of the housemaids knocked on their door, saying Bernard wanted to see them—there was a guest waiting.Edward had hesitated to bring Abigail along. She looked tired, and he wanted her to rest. But she insisted. The last thing she wanted was for Edward’s father to think she was just lounging around in their room, avoiding everyone. She knew she wasn’t exactly welcome in this house—especially not by Edward’s brother or James.But the moment they stepped into the living room, everything shifted.A young woman, radiant and confident, rushed toward Edward with a wide, beaming smile. Without a second thought, she threw her arms around him in a tight embrace, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.Abigail, walking just behind Edward, instinctiv

"Seriously? The President’s wife is coming today?" one of Abigail's coworkers gasped, prompting her and Clara to glance toward the trio of women deep in conversation."You know, it's been a long-standing rumor around the building that the President’s wife works here, but we’ve never even seen a shadow of her. Honestly, I think they made her up just to stop the matchmaking attempts from their business partners. That man’s practically the country’s most eligible billionaire—and now he’s apparently taken," said the second woman, her voice tinged with disappointment.Abigail exchanged a silent look with Clara, both listening intently. No one at the main office had any clue that Abigail was Edward’s wife. By day, she was still working under the radar—as his personal secretary.Their conversation came to an abrupt halt as the office door swung open. In stepped a tall, elegant young woman alongside a sharply dressed man—none other than the HR Manager.All eyes shifted to the stunning woman.

“Made something special for you and our little one—hope it reminds you of the way I’ve always spoiled you. Save a bite for me, alright? I’ll be home before you miss me. —Your Husband”“Husband? You’re married?” Sylvia blurted out, eyes wide as she turned to Clara, clearly caught off guard.Abigail looked up, startled by the outburst.“Well, that explains a few things. Who’s your husband? An executive? It’s not easy to land a table at Sear and Swoon, much less afford it. No offense, but... you don’t exactly scream high-end lifestyle,” Sylvia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Clara rolled her eyes. “He didn’t buy it, Sylvia. It says right here—he made the food for her.”Sylvia narrowed her gaze. The thought clearly didn’t sit well with her.“Maybe her husband’s the chef at Sear and Swoon,” another coworker te