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.

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, a

been perfectly fine, but a single moment shattered

shed enough tears, and I wouldn't let him have any more power

the familiar duvet and maybe squeeze in another hour of sleep. However, my gaze fell upon the half-finished portrait of

felt like the entire

toward the portrait, my fingers delicately reaching out to trace the image, the contours, particularly his hair, which I had painstakingly captured.

my eyes shut, struggling to maintain my

I done wrong? I had loved him with all my heart, and yet,

converge, focusing

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

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 to accept that everything we shared meant less

Fuck this!

walking out of my room and toward his, not having a clue about what I was going

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witnessed Jacob and Chloe in this compromising position. With Jacob's shirt unbuttoned, Chloe's mouth locked onto his neck, and his hands tightly gripping her arms,

was painfully obvious. The disheveled state of Jacob's hair, their ragged breaths - only a complete fool would attempt to sugarcoat this situation. And I wasn't about to let my love for him blind me to the harsh reality and let

as though I couldn't quite grasp the situation - the realization that Jacob had been fucking Chloe behind my back, perhaps

have known that the greatest damage would come from the very

already begun to numb itself. The pain was

eyes widening with realization. But why was he so concerned? After all, he had already cast me aside, hadn't he? So he could fuck whoever he pleased, and I wouldn't even have

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

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