My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 59 Love Turned Ache

A few moments ago

Evelyn

I was dead wrong when I thought I could spend the whole day convincing myself that Jacob didn't matter anymore. It didn't work. Well, that plan went up in smoke faster than a lit matchstick. Just an hour of soul-searching, and I could tell I was crashing, burning, and falling apart. What stung me the most was that I'd seen it coming, but I still let it happen. I knew he had the power to break me in an instant, yet I trusted him and let myself dive in.

I never thought he'd hurt me. How foolish of me!

As I thought about the moments we had shared, my mind raced, my heart ached. The thought of losing him terrified me, even though I'd already lost him. Why did it hurt so much? Especially when I'd already lost him. Why?

Was it because this was my first heartbreak? Maybe. But in this situation, I felt utterly helpless.

How could what we had mean nothing to him? How could he act so cold and distant, throwing away all the promises he made to me like yesterday's news?

It just didn't add up. Could one conversation with Chloe really be more important to him than all the love I gave him? I was ready to make him my whole world. Wasn't that enough for him? How could it not be, and how could a woman who had once torn his life apart become the bee's knees to him?

Everything seemed so real and flawless until that moment when it all crumbled away...

This was driving me insane. If it was all a charade, why did it have to feel so achingly incredibly real? When he whispered "I love you," when his lips touched my forehead, and his hand provided solace for my pain, how could every gesture and word cut so deeply?

Could there be another side to this story that I hadn't uncovered? Was he using this flimsy excuse to hide something from me?

"Fuck it, here I am, making excuses for him when he couldn't even bother to check up on me," I muttered with bitterness as I slipped into the white dress. If anything, that shower had only intensified my inner turmoil; I was on the brink of losing my mind. The amount of time I'd spent replaying every moment with Jacob and dissecting what happened last night was unhealthy.

that cryptic conversation with Chloe, I struggled to find any reason for his secrecy. But, of course, I had overlooked the most glaring

everything had been perfectly fine, but

longer. I'd shed enough tears, and I

bed, hoping to find comfort under the familiar duvet and maybe squeeze in another hour of sleep. However, my gaze

like the entire world was conspiring

out to trace the image, the contours, particularly his hair, which I had painstakingly captured. A strange sensation washed over me, mirroring the exact feeling of running my fingers through

squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to maintain

deserve this? What had I done wrong? I had

began to converge, focusing on

isn't right. I shouldn't even consider talking to him..."

feeling. It was just too difficult for me to accept that everything we shared meant less to him than his

Fuck this!

room and toward his, not having a clue about what I was going to ask. Perhaps seeing him would trigger all the questions in my mind, the ones

***

Present

in this compromising position. With Jacob's

of Jacob's hair, their ragged breaths - only a complete fool would attempt to sugarcoat this situation. And I wasn't about

felt as though I couldn't quite grasp the situation - the realization that Jacob had been fucking Chloe behind my back, perhaps throughout the entire time when I, like a

damage would come

had already begun to numb itself. The pain was beyond words, cruel and merciless,

as he caught sight of me, his eyes widening with realization. But why was he so concerned? After all, he

gazed at me, almost at a loss for words, while Chloe, her gaze now on

it's common courtesy to knock before entering someone's room?" She