All Chapters of Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eden pressed her hands against the cool glass of the living room window, staring down at the shimmering streets of the city. The lights seemed to stretch endlessly, glowing golden and silver against the deep blue sky, but they offered no comfort. The apartment felt too quiet, too still, as if it were waiting for something to break through the tension that had been building all evening. She should have been ready for this calm, should have embraced it, but instead her chest felt tight, and her pulse raced. Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper reminders of her past of mistakes, loss, and the long chain of pain that had brought her here.Her fingers trembled over her phone, hovering above Jace’s number. She wanted, almost desperately, to hear a voice, any voice, that would tell her everything was fine. But something in her froze. The thought of silence, of being met with nothing but emptiness or irritation, held her back. Instead, she let her hand drop to her side an

Eden moved briskly down the sidewalk toward Kyrell’s car, which he was leaning on, her steps quick but careful. She passed by Jace, who stood unmoving in the doorway, without flinching or even sparing him a glance. Even though she didn’t look at him, she knew his piercing gaze was fixed on her; she felt it. Each step felt calculated, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement, as if she were balancing between pride and caution. His presence made her chest tighten, but she refused to falter. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore, not now, not ever."Good morning." She greeted softly as she neared Kyrell, who was leaning casually against his car, hands in his pockets."Wow, Eden—you look—" Kyrell stammered, words failing him entirely."Different?" Eden prompted gently, a teasing lilt to her voice."Yes, different!" he finally managed to say, his tone sincere yet awkward. "But not just different. You look beautiful. Stunning, ac

Edward Landon stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his San Francisco office, the city sprawling beneath him in the form of steel and glass. His reflection glimmered faintly in the glass, but his eyes were fixed far beyond the skyline, as though the answers he had waited years for might finally appear in the restless movement of the streets below.A knock came, sharp and urgent. Before he could respond, the door opened and Matt, his personal assistant, strode in with a kind of restrained urgency.“Forgive the intrusion, sir, but you need to see this.”He was clutching an iPad, the screen already aglow.Edward turned away from the window slowly, his expression unreadable, and sank into the black leather of his swivel chair. Without a word, he accepted the iPad from Matt. At first, he scrolled with the detachment of a man used to half-baked news, but then his posture sharpened. His eyes narrowed, scanning line after line, the corners of his mo

Eden stood in awe, staring at Kyrell as he shrugged out of his tailored tuxedo jacket, the fine black fabric catching the low light of the porch lantern. Without hesitation, he wrapped it around her shoulders, the lingering brush of his hands warming her chilled arms. His fingers hovered longer than necessary, their heat imprinting on her skin even as he reluctantly pulled away. She nearly told him not to stop, to let his touch stay just a moment longer, but the words caught in her throat.“Are you still cold?” Kyrell asked, his tone half concern, half curiosity.“No. Thank you,” she answered, though nervousness laced her voice and betrayed her.He nodded once, serious as always, and crossed in a purposeful stride to her side of the car. He held the door open, waiting until she slipped gracefully inside, still cocooned in his jacket like a shield against the San Francisco night. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he turned the ignition

Jace stepped past the groaning guard, his cold gaze so sharp and unrelenting that the man immediately averted his eyes in fear of losing his job; it was a party for important people after all. Without slowing, he opened the carved oak door ahead of them and extended his hand toward Sky, who accepted it. Together they walked down a narrow passage, the polished floor glinting beneath soft amber chandeliers. At the end, an arched doorway stood open, spilling out a wash of music that grew louder with each step.The sight took even Jace’s breath for a moment. The ballroom was dazzling, its grandeur a blend of classic extravagance and modern design. Crystal chandeliers cascaded like waterfalls from the ceiling, refracting prisms of light across marble walls. Polished floors gleamed beneath the reflection of tall golden statues—stylized lions and winged goddesses—that had been positioned around the room. The color scheme was rich yet restrained, with ivory drapes t