All Chapters of Falling For My Ex-Husband's Best Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Eden sniffed hard and wiped the marble plate in her hands again, though the plate was already spotless. She wasn’t trying to clean; it was simply the only way to stop her hands from trembling.She had promised herself she would stay strong. She had sworn it over his grave. But some promises were made out of desperation, not strength.Her chest felt hollow. The silence in the apartment was a living, breathing thing pressing against her ribs.She had been in this same house, seated on a couch just weeks ago with Haley and Tessa, curled up in blankets, watching The Madhouse and eating salted popcorn. They’d planned a simple girls’ night in, a movie, face masks, and sleeping in late the next morning. It was supposed to be safe. Easy.Then the doorbell rang.Two police officers stood at the door that day. One was tall with shoulders broad enough to block out the sunlight. His black jacket bore the emblem of the San Francisco P

The hum of the aircraft was a steady, low vibration in the background as Eden Clay kept her eyes fixed on the faint glow of the skyline through the oval window. Her thoughts had drifted again to places she’d been trying to outrun.At some point, exhaustion had wrapped its arms around her, pulling her under. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep until the soft thud of the plane’s wheels hitting the runway jolted her awake. She squinted, blinking slowly, letting the environment snap back into focus.“Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated. We’re still fifteen feet off the ground and approaching the gate. We’ll be at the terminal shortly.” A blonde flight attendant with a Caribbean accent announced with a smile.Eden turned her head slightly and offered a small, warm smile to the elderly woman beside her. The woman returned it, a quiet, gentle exchange of understanding. When the plane finally came to a stop, Eden helped her reach her floral carry-on bag

Eric stepped quietly behind Haley, gently resting both palms on her tense shoulders. The touch alone caused a faint shiver to run through her, and though she tried to steady herself, the tremor in her body gave her away. She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her wide, anxious eyes locking with his. And without saying a word, he lowered his face and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Soft, grounding, and warm.“Breathe, baby,” Eric whispered softly against her skin, his voice low and certain. “Relax.”Haley let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. For a brief, fleeting second, his touch took away a little of the tension wound tightly inside her. But then the panic clawed its way back in, and she pulled away, pacing again across their spacious living room. The tall windows behind her framed a view of the San Francisco skyline, flickering with a million restless lights.“I can’t relax. I don’t

Eden froze. Her pulse hammered so loud she could hear it in her ears. She blinked at the darkness and forced herself to stand. Her legs trembled, but she crouched by the wall beside the door, heart pounding in her throat. Whoever opened that door, whoever had taken and drugged her, was about to walk in.She dried her tears with the back of her wrist, inhaled sharply, and pressed her teeth together. If she had to bite, she would. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.The door creaked open, flooding the dark with a weak light from the corridor; she couldn’t see it, but she guessed it must have been a single bulb. The room smelled of mildew and rust. Peeling paint. Dust, thick enough to choke on.For a split second, Eden thought she might still be dreaming. But the sharp scent of disinfectant and something metallic told her otherwise.She caught her first glimpse of him, a broad man standing in the doorway, sweat gleaming on his skin like oil.