My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 71 No More Secrets

Clara

I exhaled a plume of smoke into the night air, leaning against the balcony railing as my gaze drifted upward to the dark canvas of the sky. The phone remained clutched in my other hand as I flicked the ash from my cigarette into the waiting ashtray.

Stress was never a good thing for me- a relentless adversary that always seemed to have the upper hand. I neither had the option to retreat nor the freedom to move forward.

I attempted to call Samuel, but my man had abandoned his phone in the room. His original mission was a simple one: fetch two beer bottles from the kitchen. Yet, judging by the time that had elapsed, it was evident― he was a full-blown adventure.

The beer though, was a feeble attempt of mine to divert his thoughts. He was much more interested in thwarting Evie's plans for the evening, whether by calling her directly or, failing that, reaching out to her friends. And if all else failed, he would resort to tracking her down himself.

He was seething, a rare occurrence for Samuel. He was typically unflappable, but today, Chloe had succeeded in pushing him to the brink. I wished I could tell him the truth and reveal that woman's intentions, which cut far deeper than her words implied. But I knew I couldn't.

That bitch hurled insults at Evie, all the while convinced that no one would grasp the true meaning behind her twisted words.

If only we were alone, without the prying eyes of onlookers, I would have torn Chloe to shreds.

No one, literally no one had the right to speak to our Evie in such a manner, especially not a self-obsessed, low-life, manipulative woman like Chloe. Samuel had even contemplated asking Jacob to send her packing. His anger was fueled by more than just her return, it also had to do with Jacob getting back with her, and I didn't inquire further because I understood that he knew far more history than I did. The whole college love story shit that Jacob and Chloe had shared had left deep scars, both individuals suffered at some point, to be honest, just one, the very one who was now causing havoc in Evie's life- putting her through shit.

I had to restrain Samuel, because if I hadn't that would have only escalated the situation. I didn't trust Chloe one bit, not with her intentions. If she decided to spill something that would make life harder for Evie, it would only worsen the situation, and the last thing I wished was to see Evie suffer more.

But I couldn't fully trust Jacob's intentions either. Why had he pursued something he knew he could never fulfill? Why make empty promises to her?

I knew Samuel, and I knew his ability to read people, to see into their hearts. Jacob had been his best friend, so how had he transformed into the kind of man who would take advantage of Evelyn? None of it added up, and no matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn't shake the guilt of keeping this hidden from Samuel all this time. It wasn't right, I knew that, but I couldn't risk everything unraveling.

The grandeur of marriage ceremonies and meticulous plans meant nothing to me now. I didn't care if any of it went up in flames. All I cared about were Evelyn and Samuel, and right now, to protect one, I had to deceive the other.

This was such a fucking mess.

As I delved deeper into my contemplation, the door of the room swung open abruptly. I glanced up and saw Samuel entering, but there were no beer bottles in his hands. Instead, a peculiar expression played on his face, distinct from the usual calm I associated with him.

Something was off.....

back. Have we run out of beer?" I inquired, making my way back into the bedroom, and

didn't respond immediately; instead, his gaze shifted skeptically to the half-finished cigarette in my hand, a trail of ash

How could I have forgotten to dispose

remarked, stepping closer, "It's only when you're stressed. What's bothering you, Clara?" His tone held

off with a forced laugh. "It's just nerves. Don't tell me you didn't have a similar situation a couple of days ago," I deflected, avoiding his penetrating gaze. I walked past

Because they were

Argh! I hated myself.

you going to tell me the truth, or should I start? I can do that if you're willing to erase the last bit of trust I have

and my eyes locked onto his

in the look

He knows....

knows. God! What am I gonna

of anger, the pitch rising a few octaves. "If you want to be the secret keeper, be damn well prepared to lose connections and relationships because I didn't sign up for this nonsense when I met you remember meeting a trustworthy, sensible woman, and today,

her anywhere in this

bitterness in his tone left me feeling even worse. Samuel had never spoken to me this way, even during our fiercest arguments. Usually, he'd just toss pillows at me and around the room in frustration

hesitantly. "I was going to tell you, but things took

her all this time? That's the revelation that stopped you from telling me about

more than he should. Evelyn didn't want him to know. This was a complete

did you find

give you credit

to avoid calling my daughter

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really going on between them," he chuckled bitterly, running his fingers through his hair before dragging his hand down his face. "I know Evelyn, she acts on her instincts, does stupid things, but this..." his jaw clenched, "I don't even know

not her fault. She's in love, I...I know her, and she never intended to do

she get by doing

Jacob...man, I never