All Chapters of Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eden sat in her room, dreading to step outside. He was still at home, and she couldn’t risk having a clash with him right now.She got off the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower, and when she was done, she put on joggers and a T-shirt. Sitting beside the mirror, she sighed at how miserable her life had been for the past few years. Oh well, it had always been miserable and sad. She let out a sigh, leaving the table to sit on her bed.A knock sounded on her door, and she knew it must be him. What does he want with her now? She wasn’t feeling too well for a quarrel this morning. The knock came yet again, though harsher than the first one, and she stood slowly, walking to the door and unbolting it."What took you so long?" Jace barked harshly.“I am sorry; I was feeling a little tired,” she replied lowly.“Tired? How can you possibly be tired? You barely do anything in this house, aside from eating and lazing about, just because you’re pregnant!” he said harshly, but she igno

Kyrell paced the hospital’s waiting room while Eden fought for her life in the ER. He still couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed in Jace’s house. For a moment he wondered what had happened to his friend to make him so evil, but then it occurred to him that it was in Jace’s nature to have no empathy.“Kyrell?” The nurse’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.“The doctor would like to see you in his office."“After you.” Kyrell said as he followed behind the nurse.As he walked to the doctor’s office, he prayed fervently that nothing life-threatening was going on with Eden or the child.“Thank you for coming, Mr. Kyrell. Are you the patient’s husband?” the doctor asked when Kyrell was settled.“Her husband’s friend, actually. Is Eden okay?” Kyrell said, even though he would have preferred to be her husband.“Of course, and the baby as well. But we noticed a lot of exhaustion and malnourishment. Where’s her husband, if I may ask?”“He’s away—he’s, uhm, on a work trip.” Kyrell lie

“How do you feel today, ma’am? And are you keeping up with your medications?” Tessa asked softly the moment she saw Eden approach, her hands still moving as she wiped down the polished counter. It had become part of her daily routine to check in with Eden’s health, and Eden truly appreciated it.“I’m much better, thank you.” Eden smiled, her voice warm but faint. Both women soon focused on their tasks in the kitchen, falling into a quiet rhythm. When Tessa was done with the sweeping, she shifted to help Eden with the evening meal.Upstairs, Jace slammed his fist against his desk. Rage surged through him, but this time, it wasn’t directed toward anyone in particular; it was anger at himself. He couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts and images of Eden since that morning. So, he had restricted himself to his study to give Eden some space while he purged her from his system.Her blouse had been too thin, a pale cream against her skin, and he had seen more than he should have. The soft outli

Eden staggered as she tried to rise, her body trembling in pain, her breath uneven, and tears already streaming down her cheeks. Every part of her ached, but she forced herself upright, clutching the wall for dear life.Jace stood in front of her with that dark, ice-cold, hollow gaze he reserved for her. He didn’t flinch or soften as he watched her struggle as though she were some lifeless object in his way.When she managed to stand at last, the words that left his mouth left her frozen in shock.“Don’t waste any more of my time. Go into the kitchen and prepare the food I asked for.”Her eyes widened. Pain, confusion, and disbelief fought for space on her mind and face. She was bleeding from her nose, a cut split across her forehead, and blood was trailing slowly down her skin, yet by some miracle, the life inside her remained untouched. And still, even in her broken state, he demanded she cook.“Please, let me change

Eden held her chin high as Kyrell guided her through the wide double doors and into the glittering hall. The ceiling soared overhead, chandeliers dripping with crystal light that shimmered across marble floors polished to a mirror’s perfection. Every corner of the room screamed overkill, from the tailored suits to the sparkling gowns and glasses raised in measured laughter. Wealthy men and women mingled in tight knots, voices a low hum of business deals disguised as casual chatter.The moment her heels tapped against the marble, her chest tightened again. Her fingers clenched the slim black purse in her hands as though it were a lifeline. She could already feel eyes flicking toward her, measuring, comparing. For a moment, she wanted to fold back into herself, to look down, to disappear.But then she remembered Kyrell’s words from earlier in the car, his insistence that she was every bit as radiant, every bit as worthy, as the women who thrived in these hall