My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Behind The Facade

Evelyn

I do not want to open the door- That's what I tried to convince myself as I struggled to remain in my place, battling my own inner turmoil.

Why was he here? He shouldn't be second-guessing himself given how composedly he had uttered those words, sharp as daggers, without a hint of hesitation. He had won that round-slipping away effortlessly.

"Evelyn?"

Damn! The timbre of his voice tugged at me, and I resented how much sway he held over me and I despised how much control he had over me.

Anger surged within me, and I wiped away my tears, determined to stand my ground. I got off the bed, determined not to let him affect me any longer. Enough was enough.

I opened the door. "Why are you here? Want me to book a plane ticket for you?"

Instead of the quick response I had expected, he looked at me, his eyes taking in my tear-stained face and the evidence of my crying. His gaze softened.

For a fleeting moment, my anger wavered, but I clenched my fists, holding on to it.

He was dressed as if ready to leave, yet there was no suitcase in sight.

Was he here to say goodbye? The thought set off alarm bells in my mind. He better not try to put on a show of saying farewell and wishing me well, because I wouldn't stand for it.

"Why are you here, Jacob? To say goodbye or to ask for a favour, like keeping everything between us a secret for a lifetime? I don't see any other reason for you to be here, and I'm not interested in either. So you should leave, or else—"

"I know I screwed up," he interrupted, his sigh heavy with regret, each word carrying the weight of it, "I'm sorry, Evelyn. Really sorry."

Fine, I heard you. Now leave," I said, making an attempt to swing the door shut. But he placed his hand against the wall, blocking

please let me

difficult to

This time, as I aimed to close the door, he stepped inside, and in that instant, I relinquished half my resolve. He secured the

He was too close...

you're doing?" My gaze remained averted, unable to

his nose along my cheek, his voice heavy with guilt, and his gaze wavering, "I shouldn't have said those things to you. It was a loss of control. I felt it was best for you not to get entangled in

at me for absolutely no reason," frustration tinted my words as I placed my hands between us, attempting to push against his chest, "Anyway,

mess," he admitted, drawing me in even closer. "I'm fucked up, and I guess I didn't want you to see that. I didn't want you to witness the moments when I'm weak and questioning my worth. I only wanted you to see the whitewashed version of me, the one that's strong and confident, never falls weak... and in the process, I

eyes appeared on

escaped, tracing down my

to push me away, and that's why

before I could

shaky breath. "Yes. That's why I

accept those flaws, whether we're ready to stand by them. I'm not in search of perfection, not chasing a fairy tale, I never chased one. What I've always wished is... to be

"Remember that day at the beach when you asked me

I pressed our foreheads together, exhaling softly,

far too soon because of him. My sister's love for me, marked on her back from saving me from my father's beatings until the day he met his untimely end in an accident. And then

I whispered, gently cradling his face before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, "I understand, and you

wanted. Then I met Chloe, when I

even know how I could comfort him. It pained

wounds and mend him

around her, and I foolishly indulged that sick desire. I spent years seeking her approval for everything, from my clothes to my

That fucking bitch....

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