FALLING For EDWARD のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41: The Distance Between UsAbby woke up to the sound of early traffic and the faint creak of pipes in the walls. She blinked up at the pale ceiling, the silence around her deeper than ever. One hand rested on her belly, the other curled near her pillow. It still felt strange waking up alone.No scent of Edward’s cologne.No Emma knocking on the door with messy morning hair.Just her and the growing flutter of life inside her.She sat up slowly, wrapped her cardigan tighter, and stepped into the little kitchen. The apartment was small, but warm. She’d made it that way. Soft curtains. A little rug. Mismatched mugs on the shelf.But her heart still didn’t feel at home.There was a knock at the door.She froze.Then opened it.Daniel stood there with that same crooked smile, holding a paper bag.Morning, he said. I thought you could use some real food.She gave a tired smile. You brought breakfast?Yeah. And coffee. Can I come in?Abby stepped aside, and he walked in like it was

Chapter 43 – Shadows Between UsThe night was heavy with rain. It pressed against the small apartment windows, each drop tapping like impatient fingers. Abby sat curled on the couch, her hands resting over the soft curve of her belly. The air was warm from the heater but her chest still felt cold. She told herself she was fine. She told herself she didn’t need him. But every time the thunder rolled she thought of Edward’s voice and the way he used to hold her when storms came.A sharp knock broke through her thoughts. She froze. It wasn’t the kind of knock neighbors used. It was firm. Urgent. Her heart raced.She walked to the door and peered through the peephole.Edward.His hair was wet, his coat dark from the rain. His eyes were locked on the door like he could see her through it. Abby’s breath caught in her throat. She almost didn’t open it. Almost.When she did, the cold air rushed in between them. He looked at her for a long moment, like memorizing her face again, before his gaz

Chapter 45: Footsteps in the DarkThe sound didn’t belong in the quiet.It was slow. Heavy. Deliberate.At first, I thought I imagined it. Maybe the house was settling. Maybe it was the wind.But then it came again—closer this time.I slid out of bed, my bare feet barely making a sound on the carpet. My pulse thudded in my ears. I reached for the door but stopped, listening.From the hall came Daniel’s voice, low and urgent. “Did you hear that?”Edward’s reply was just as sharp. “Stay here.”Of course Daniel didn’t listen—his footsteps joined Edward’s as they moved toward the stairs.I opened the door a crack, enough to see their silhouettes at the top of the grand staircase. The only light came from a lamp far below, pooling gold over the marble floor. Everything else was shadows.The steps came again. Whoever it was, they were in no hurry.Falco appeared from the far end of the hall, pistol drawn, his stance steady. He motioned for Edward and Daniel to freeze, then pointed toward th

Chapter 47 The moment hung heavy between us, the sound of the rain outside filling the silence. Edward’s hand was still on my arm, his grip firm but not rough, like he was grounding me—like if he let go, I might vanish. His eyes searched mine with that piercing look that always made my chest tighten. I swallowed hard. “What did you see?” I asked, my voice low, almost swallowed by the patter against the windows. He hesitated. “Not what. Who.” The room seemed to shrink around us. My throat tightened. “You mean—” “Yes,” he cut in, his voice sharp but hushed, as if even the walls shouldn’t hear. “The same man I’ve seen before. Outside. Watching the house.” A shiver ran through me, not from the cold. Daniel’s name was at the edge of my lips, but I couldn’t force it out. I didn’t want to believe… couldn’t believe. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I’m sure.” His jaw flexed. “I caught his reflection in the window across the street. Tall. Dark hair. Just… standing there. Not moving. Waiting f

Chapter 49The morning came heavy. Abby barely noticed the pale sun climbing through the blinds, weak light dripping across the tiny apartment floor. She hadn’t really slept. Her eyes burned, her body sore from shifting between Edward’s chest and the edge of the couch. She could hear Ivy in the bedroom, soft movements as she dressed for school, and the faint scrape of Daniel’s chair in the kitchen. He had been awake most of the night, too.Edward had stayed up until dawn, pacing the apartment, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke with his security team. He looked worn now, though he tried not to show it, jaw set, tie crooked, his shirt clinging to his body in that careless way that made Abby ache even when she didn’t want to.“Eat something,” Daniel said, setting down two plates of toast and eggs. His voice was gentle, but his eyes darted toward the window like a soldier used to scanning battlefields. He’d been different since last night—less playful, more watchful.Abby sat down slow