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CHAPTER 70: A CLEAN SLATE
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2026-07-19 00:09:02
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Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 72: BROKEN ECHOES
Flora's POV The sound of my own frantic breathing seemed to fill the entire hallway as I sprinted after Emily. Behind me, the heavy thud of Eugene’s boots echoed against the hardwood, but I didn't stop. "Emily! Please, wait!" I cried out, my voice cracking with absolute panic. She slammed her bedroom door shut, but before she could turn the lock, I threw my weight against the wood, forcing it open. Emily stumbled back, spinning around to face me. Her face was completely pale, her eyes red and swimming with fresh, angry tears. Eugene appeared in the doorway a second later, his massive frame completely filling the space. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle twitched in his cheek, his dark eyes wide with a terrifying blend of protective panic and raw dread. He took a step into the room, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Emily—" "Eugene, stop. Please," I gasped, placing a trembling hand flat against his broad chest, physically holding him back. I looked up into his eyes, begg
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 71: INTO THE LIGHT
Flora's POV The afternoon sun cast long, lazy shadows across the floor of the sitting room. I curled my legs up onto the plush sofa, a warm mug of chamomile tea resting between my hands. After the absolute emotional hurricane of the past twenty-four hours, the quietness of the house felt like a physical blanket. Today was the very last day of my sick leave. Tomorrow morning, I would be putting on my corporate attire, stepping back into the sleek, glass-and-steel offices of Vance Financial, and resuming my role as an intern. But everything would be different now. The man sitting in the executive corner office was no longer just the intimidating, legendary Eugene Vance. He was the man who had held me in the dark, the man who had fiercely protected me, the man I loved. My hand unconsciously dropped down to my lower stomach, my fingers brushing gently against the soft fabric of my cotton shirt. *Our baby.* The thought made my heart swell with an overwhelming mixture of intense joy an
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 70: A CLEAN SLATE
Eugene's POV The pale, quiet light of dawn was just beginning to filter through the curtains when I gently slipped out from beneath the heavy blankets. I stood by the side of the bed for a long moment, looking down at Flora. She was fast asleep, her dark hair fanned out across the white pillow, her features completely relaxed and peaceful. I reached down, carefully pulling the sheets up over her bare shoulder, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She stirred slightly, a tiny, contented sigh escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake. Leaving her room, I walked down the quiet corridor toward the guest wing, the lightness from last night firmly rooted in my chest. But before I could fully focus on the future with my girl, I had one final piece of trash to discard. When I reached the guest room, I didn't bother knocking. I pushed the door open to find Victoria already awake, sitting on the edge of the mattress next to two large, fully packed suitcases. She looked up, her expression
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 69: THE TRUTH IN THE DARK
Flora's POV I sat on the very edge of my bed, my knees pulled tightly against my chest, staring blankly at the locked wooden door. The sound of the shattering lemonade glasses down the hall was still ringing loudly in my ears, looping over and over again like a horrific nightmare. *He kissed her.* The image of Victoria’s arms wrapped around Eugene's neck, her lips pressed against his, burned behind my eyelids every single time I blinked. A cold, hollow ache settled deep into my stomach. Just hours ago on the patio, I had finally let my walls down. I had stopped running. I had allowed myself to believe that the rules didn't matter, that the pregnancy didn't have to be a tragedy, and that we could actually work. I had realized I loved him. And then, in a single, crushing second, reality had smashed everything to pieces. Suddenly, a firm, heavy knock sounded against my door, making me jump. "Flora," Eugene’s deep, rough voice echoed from the other side. "Open the door." "Go away,
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 68: THE FALLOUT
Eugene's POV The silence in the study was deafening, a thick, suffocating weight that crushed the remaining air right out of my lungs. "Emily—" I started, my voice raw and entirely stripped of its usual authority. I took a frantic step toward the door, my hands reaching out, but the sheer horror on my daughter's face stopped me dead in my tracks. Emily didn’t let me finish. She let out a sharp, choked gasp, stepped backward out of the doorway, and completely turned on her heel. A second later, the sharp clatter of a silver tray echoed through the hallway. Flora had dropped the lemonade. I caught a fleeting glimpse of her wide, tear-filled eyes, her face completely pale and broken, before she turned and fled right behind my daughter. The heavy sound of their racing footsteps echoed up the grand staircase. Two doors slammed shut upstairs, one after the other, vibrating through the structural beams of the house. They were running from me. Both of them. "Eugene, see?" Victoria’s vo
Falling for My Best Friend's Dad CHAPTER 67: THE TRAP
Eugene's POV The heavy oak door of my study shut with a satisfying, solid click, instantly cutting off the rest of the house. I walked over to my desk, throwing my car keys onto the leather tray and dropping into my chair. For the first time in what felt like months, the air in the room didn’t feel heavy. I felt light. I felt genuinely happy. The weekend was over. The house was quiet again. Emily had spent the last two days laughing, smiling, and breathing easy, which was exactly what I had wanted for her. But more than that, the suffocating wall that Flora had built between us had completely crumbled. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, a slow smile pulling at the corners of my lips. I could still feel the warmth of her skin under my hands from the patio. I could still taste her on my lips from the stolen kiss in the pantry. *I trust your judgment, Flora. Entirely.* The memory of her blushing face across the dinner table made a low growl of satisfaction rumble in m
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