All Chapters of FALLING FOR MR SNOWFLAKE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Snow slid down the cabin windows in thin, melting streaks, Inside, Lily sat curled on the sagging couch, one hand resting unconsciously over the barely there swell of her stomach. A month of silence from Jake. A month of threats. A month of waking every morning wondering if she imagined him, imagined them, imagined their wedding vows spoken in a room that now no longer existed. She blinked slowly, staring at the cold fireplace, lost in the loop of memories she both cherished and wished to claw out of her mind. The letter still lay on the table, its edges frayed from how often her fingers had traced the hateful words. " Forget him. Or lose what’s left of him." Her stomach tightened. A loud chime shattered the quiet. At first, Lily didn’t react. The sound repeated—a sharp notification tone from her old tablet sitting on the counter. She frowned; she hadn’t touched it in weeks. She moved slowly toward it, her limbs stiff. An alert banner filled the screen: **BREAKING NEWS

JAKE 3 MONTHS AGO The mountains outside the window stretched endlessly, a sweeping sheet of white that felt too still.I found myself staring at that frozen landscape more often than anything else these days, perhaps because it was easier than trying to make sense of the hollow ache beneath my ribs. Ever since I woke in that hospital room with voices I didn’t recognize and a year of my life swallowed whole by darkness, the world had felt strangely misaligned—familiar in shape, but distant, as though I were living my days from behind blurred glass. They told me I had been lucky. They said I had been caught in a storm during a skiing trip, found unconscious, borderline hypothermic. They said an accident had stolen twelve months from me. And she—my wife—repeated it with such soft, controlled tenderness that anyone else might have believed the story without question. But every time she said it,It left a distaste in my mouth. She sat across the room now, her posture elegant, her

JAKE The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that echoed strangely in my bones. It was my first day back. My first step into the life everyone insisted belonged to me. The executive floor stretched out in polished glass and muted lighting, sleek and impressive in a way that should have sparked pride. Instead, all I felt was a dull pressure behind my ribs, a sensation like I was trespassing on a memory I couldn’t access. My assistant greeted me with an efficient smile, rattling off the morning’s schedule, but her voice drifted behind me as I stepped into the office that had supposedly been mine for years. The moment I crossed the threshold, a strange heaviness settled over me. Everything was perfect, but none of it felt lived in. The air held a sterile chill as though the room had been sealed shut for months. I moved slowly, letting my fingertips drift across the glass desk, the bookshelves, the metal edge of the chair. Every surface was familiar in shape yet foreign in

The universe had a twisted sense of humor. Henry knew this because the last time he’d tried calling Jake and Lily—his two favorite chaos magnets—their phones had simultaneously died, and then he had nearly died on the highway trying to get to Aspenridge through a blizzard that looked like Mother Nature had a personal vendetta against him. He’d left the city in a rush, muttering to himself the entire drive.Barely two days after returning from the secret wedding and the tabloids had already gotten the news.The close up picture of them three in that small office proving they had been followed since the beginning. But when the reception died, when every attempt to reach them hit a dead end, the laughter dried in his throat. By the time he reached the mountain pass, a black SUV appeared out of nowhere—blinding lights, screeching tires. It blocked the road, cutting him off so abruptly he nearly skidded into a snowbank. His heart slammed into his ribs as a man stepped out. No badge.