Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The sunlight leaked through the linen curtains, spilling gold over the edge of the bed and catching the shimmer of the silk sheets. Sky turned lazily, half-asleep, until the soft sound of fabric rustling drew her attention. She blinked, and there he was.Jace stood before the mirror, knotting his tie; his cufflinks glinted beneath the morning light, and his expression was unreadable. For a moment, she simply watched him, hoping he’d notice her reflection and maybe smile or say good morning—anything at all. But he didn’t.“Where are you going?” she asked, her chest tightening.He didn’t answer. He adjusted his tie, picked up his watch, and slipped it over his wrist with the same detached calm he’d worn since their wedding day.“Jace? I asked you a question.” She tried again, sitting upr

The clock read 4:30 p.m. when Eden finally pushed through the front door of her small apartment. The city outside hummed in its usual rhythm.She dropped her keys on the console table, kicked off her sandals, and exhaled. In less than two hours, she’d be meeting Kyrell.  Without hesitation, she made her way straight to the bathroom.The shower came on in a rush, and she stepped under it, sighing as the water streamed down her skin. The memory of that awful moment at work flashed through her mind—that clumsy intern spilling an entire cup of iced coffee over her head during the afternoon rush. At least it had been cold, she thought. If it had been hot, she might’ve been nursing burns instead of worrying about her hair.When she came out, a white towel wrapped around her and her hair dripping, she felt the fatigue

The city outside Kyrell’s apartment was bathed in pink and orange streaks. Streetlights shimmered off rain-washed asphalt, and from her window the skyline glowed like a pulse she could feel beneath her skin. Kyrell stood beside her, his reflection framed against the night.Neither spoke for a while. The quiet between them wasn’t empty; it hummed—alive, tense, waiting.“Do you ever get tired of pretending everything’s fine?” Eden asked softly, her arms folded as she leaned on the railing. Kyrell’s gaze moved from the city to her.“Every day,” he admitted. “But some things feel worth pretending for.”Her breath caught at the honesty in his tone. The faint scent of cedar and rain clung to him. She wanted to step closer, and when she finally did, the air seemed to thicken, closing the distance between their words.“Then maybe,” she whispered, “you should stop pretending tonight. I’m not Jace’s wife anymore, and you don’t have to remain friends with the guy.”Kyrell’s expression flickered—

The sound of the door slamming against the frame echoed through the quiet house in the Sunset District of San Francisco, breaking the calm rhythm of the night.Mrs. Irwin nearly dropped the glass she was drying when she saw her daughter standing there, a leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, suitcase in hand, her expression as effortlessly defiant as always.“Why are you back, Carmel?” Her mother asked, keeping her voice steady, though surprise flickered in her eyes.“Oh, Mother, at least let me sit down before you start your lecture.” Carmel said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, tossing her bag near the door. She slumped into the couch as though she owned it.“I would have loved to if you had told me you were coming,” Mrs. Irwin replied, folding her arms. “Not showing up unannounced this late at night.”“Really, Mom? Chill, okay? I just wanted to surprise you, that’s all.” Carmel said, her tone sharp but casual, the kind of rudeness that came naturally to her.She sat down and cr

Kyrell stretched out an arm across the bed, expecting warmth. But all he felt was cool sheets. Empty. His eyes flew open. The fog of sleep vanished instantly.“Eddie?” No answer.He pushed upright, raking a hand through his hair as his heart kicked once, hard. The bathroom door was open, empty. The faint scent of her shampoo lingered, taunting him.Had she gone somewhere? Without saying a word? No, that wasn’t her.He slipped into a pair of grey shorts and hurried out of the bedroom. The sound reached him before the sight: raised voices, sharp and cutting, and then a slap.His stomach dropped.He took the stairs two at a time, and the moment he reached the bottom, his pulse turned molten.