All Chapters of FALLING For EDWARD: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 Abby sat by the window again.It was almost midnight.The only light in the room came from the moon pouring through the glass, bathing everything in silver. She was curled up in one of Edward’s shirts, legs pulled to her chest, hair still damp from the shower. Her skin still tingled from his touch, from the way his hands had wandered earlier. But her heart… her heart wasn’t quiet.Not tonight.She couldn’t sleep.Edward had gone downstairs a while ago. Said he needed a moment to clear his head. But something about the way he said it… made her feel cold.Like he was hiding something.Like she was about to lose something she hadn’t even fully gotten.The door creaked behind her.She turned sharply, her heart jumping—only to see Edward.He stepped inside quietly, shirt unbuttoned, chest bare. His hair slightly wet too, like he’d splashed water on his face. But his eyes—they weren’t soft. They were distant.Abby stood.“You okay?”He gave a slow nod. “Just needed air.”She wal

Chapter 34 The candle on Abby’s bedside table flickered low, casting long shadows across the walls. The rain had stopped, but the night felt heavier than usual. The silence in the house was not peaceful—it was watching her.She sat up in bed, her knees tucked to her chest, the sheets tangled around her. She hadn’t been able to sleep. Not really. Her eyes kept drifting to the window, and her thoughts wouldn’t quiet down. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it deep in her bones.Edward had fallen asleep beside her earlier. But now the bed was cold where he had been. She glanced at the space he left. Still indented. Still warm. But he wasn’t there.She wrapped the blanket around her and stepped out of the room barefoot, padding softly down the hallway. The wooden floor creaked under her toes.The house felt alive again. Like something was moving through it.She passed the portrait in the hallway—the one she had never really looked at before. It was of a woman in a red dress, her dark

Chapter 36The rain had started again. Soft at first. Like a whisper. Then harder, like it was trying to drown out the silence that had settled between them.Abby sat by the window in the guesthouse, watching the droplets chase each other down the glass. Her fingers traced the edge of her mug. Warm tea. Still untouched. Her chest felt heavy. Like something was changing again.She hadn’t seen Edward since last night.Not really.They’d slept in the same bed, but his back was turned. And hers was too.That morning, he’d kissed her forehead gently before leaving for work. But something about the way his lips touched her skin felt… off. Distant.Her thoughts were still tangled in Elena’s name. The woman from the portrait. The woman who disappeared.She didn’t want to be jealous. But she couldn’t ignore how much Elena’s ghost still lived inside the house. How Edward didn’t say her name until last night. And how when he did, his voice broke a little.Abby stood and walked toward the mirror.

Chapter 38 Abby couldn’t move.The girl standing in front of her looked like a ghost from Edward’s past. A living memory. Her curly hair was soaked, her cheeks pink from the rain, but her eyes… those eyes looked just like Edward’s.The girl—Ivy—hugged herself and took a shaky breath.“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know where else to go.”Abby stepped aside without a word.Ivy walked in slowly. Careful. Like the floor might break under her feet.Abby shut the door and turned to face her. “How did you find me?”“I followed you,” Ivy said quietly. “From the diner. I saw you with Clarissa. I wanted to talk to you, but I got scared. So I waited.”Abby sat down on the couch. Ivy remained standing. She looked around the small guesthouse like she was searching for something familiar.“Do you… want some tea?” Abby asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Ivy shook her head. “I just want to know if he’s… kind.”Abby’s heart twisted. “Edward?”Ivy nodded.Abby stood slowly and walked toward he

Chapter 40The morning light slipped quietly through the tall windows of the estate. The air was heavy, not from the weather, but from everything left unsaid.Emma stood in the kitchen, stirring a spoon through her cereal without really eating. She hadn’t seen her father since Abby left two days ago. She’d heard him come in late both nights. Quiet. Heavy-footed. Distant. She didn’t ask where he’d been. She didn’t want to know. Not yet.When she finally did see him, it was just past noon.Edward came down the stairs with a strange stillness to him. Not the usual kind—the cold, rich, powerful man type of stillness. This one was softer. Fragile. Like he was walking through glass.Emma looked up from the couch. Her father’s face was pale, tired. But his eyes—there was something different in them.She put the remote down.You okay?He nodded slowly. Then looked at her for a long second, like he didn’t know where to start. Finally, he sat across from her.Emma, he said, his voice low. There