My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 59 Love Turned Ache

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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.

was he hiding, anyway? Apart from that cryptic conversation with Chloe, I struggled to find any reason for his secrecy. But, of course, I had overlooked the most glaring truth-he was hiding his true self,

been perfectly fine, but a single moment shattered

I refused to cry any longer. I'd shed enough tears, and I wouldn't let him have any more power over

my slightly damp hair and headed for my bed, hoping to find comfort under the familiar duvet and maybe squeeze in another hour of sleep. However, my

like the entire world was

found myself taking a few steps toward the portrait, my fingers delicately reaching 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

to maintain my composure, a trembling sigh escaping

had I done to deserve this? What had I done wrong? I had loved him with all my heart, and yet,

converge, focusing

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

if there's something I genuinely don't know, and he was indeed concealing something? I couldn't shake this unsettling feeling. It was just too difficult for me

Fuck this!

I could second-guess myself, my feet had already propelled me forward. I found myself walking out of my room and toward his, not having a clue about what I was going to ask. Perhaps seeing him would trigger all the

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until this very moment when I witnessed Jacob and Chloe in this compromising position. With Jacob's shirt unbuttoned,

to sugarcoat this situation. And I wasn't about to let my

to react. It 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

have known that the greatest damage would come from the very person

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

widening with realization. But why was he so concerned? After all, he had

while Chloe, her gaze now on me, clearly had quite an

knock before entering someone's room?" She crossed her arms over her chest,