All Chapters of Seducing My Best Friend's Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Layla's POV The room was too quiet after Claudia left.I lay there staring at the white ceiling tiles while the monitors beeped their steady rhythm and tried to make my brain work through the fog of whatever drugs they'd given me.My daughter was dead.That's what they'd said.But where was she?I pressed the call button and waited, counted the seconds until footsteps approached and a nurse I didn't recognize pushed open the door with a practiced smile that didn't reach her eyes."Ms Walsh, what can I do for you?""I need to know where my baby is," I said and kept my voice as steady as I could manage. "I need to see her."The nurse's smile faltered for just a second before snapping back into place."Let me check on that for you," she said, already backing toward the door. "The paperwork is still being processed and once everything is in order we'll let you know.""Processed?" I pushed myself up on my elbows even though my body protested. "What does that mean, what paperwork?""Just s

Layla's POV The apartment felt wrong.I stood in the doorway with my hospital bag at my feet and stared at the space I'd left four days ago, at the bassinet in the corner and the tiny clothes folded on the dresser and the changing table I'd set up with such careful hope.Everything was still here.Everything except her.Claudia moved past me into the apartment, set her purse on the counter and turned with that same bright false smile."Why don't you go lie down and I'll make us some tea," she said."I don't want tea," I said while still staring at the bassinet, at the empty space where my daughter should have been. "I want answers.""Layla," Claudia's voice had that warning edge. "You need to stop this, you need to rest and heal and let yourself grieve properly.""How can I grieve properly when nothing makes sense?" I moved further into the apartment, each step feeling heavy and wrong. "When no one will tell me where she is or show me any proof of what happened?""The hospital is han

Layla's povClaudia's words stayed with me long after she left.I sat on the couch in the apartment that felt too small and too full of ghosts, stared at the bassinet in the corner and the tiny clothes I'd folded with such hope, tried to imagine staying here surrounded by all these reminders of what I'd lost.Every room held a memory of preparing for her.The nursery I'd painted pale yellow because I hadn't known if she'd be a boy or girl.The rocking chair I'd found at an estate sale and refinished myself.The changing table still covered in unopened packages of diapers and wipes.All of it mocking me now, all of it screaming that my daughter should be here and wasn't.I picked up my phone and looked at the Paris search I'd started, at flights and apartment listings and language schools, at the possibility of becoming someone else somewhere far away.What was keeping me here?My parents were dead, buried in a cemetery I couldn't bear to visit.My scholarship was gone, revoked when th