My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 127 Nothing's The Same

Evelyn

As the cab trailed behind his car, my surprise morphed into apprehension when it bypassed his office without halting. Suspicion intertwined with worry as God, the memory of the past incident loomed large in my mind,"I dreaded the notion of enduring such turmoil again, especially with the weight of our current struggles pressing down upon us. Tyler had spared no effort in tarnishing his image, and the mere prospect of history repeating itself threatened to shatter Jacob irreparably.

I couldn't let that happen, at all costs.

Amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts, my gaze remained fixed on his car up ahead, witnessing it come to a halt in front of a hotel. He stepped out, prompting me to urge the cab driver to pull over a few feet away, ensuring we remained unnoticed, a request he thankfully obliged.

I hastily settled the fare, striving to keep him in sight as he disappeared into the hotel.

Why would he be at a hotel?

Was he meeting someone? Damn it, this situation was spiraling out of control.

Regardless, I trailed after him, striving to maintain a low profile, noticing his unusual lack of awareness of his surroundings, "uncharacteristic for Jacob, who typically had a keen eye for his environment. Today, however, he seemed lost in his own thoughts.

What was happening to him? He seemed....drunk.

Had he drunk all the way to the hotel? God, no!

I observed him pause at the reception desk, engaging in conversation with the receptionist. Though I couldn't hear their exchange, her gestures indicated a room number, likely on the third floor,"possibly 326, if I deciphered correctly from the subtle movements of her lips.

He nodded in acknowledgment, likely expressing gratitude, before proceeding to the elevator. As the doors closed, I hurriedly entered the adjacent lift, selecting the third floor, placing my faith in luck and intuition.

My nerves frayed, emotions roiling within, consumed by a potent blend of worry and curiosity. Deep within, I grappled with the fear of who might be waiting for him at the hotel, driving him to deceive me. The specter of his past deceit haunted me, a stark reminder of his vulnerability in times of decision-making. I couldn't bear to witness him stumble into another folly, not now, not ever.

If I didn't stop him from fucking it up, then who would?

The lift doors parted, and as they did, Jacob came into view, heading towards room 334. Well, it seemed I misread the receptionist's lips afterall spying on a grown man wasn't exactly my forte. He knocked on the door, and moments later it swung open, allowing him entry.

My heart raced, urging me to move closer. As luck would have it, the door was ajar, invitingly open, as if the occupant inside couldn't be bothered to secure it.

another trap set by Tyler? Another ploy

No way!

let that

the voice other than Jacob's. Entering the room, my body trembled, my heart pounding against my ribs, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. The sight before me froze me in place, my soul seemingly departing with each caress of their lips, his

God!

real

to breathe. Colliding with a table. He finally snapped out of the daze at the sound, his gaze meeting mine with a look

tension, a smirk playing on her

real! not

They kissed...

He kissed her.

Breathe, Evelyn. Just breathe...

and I felt as though I were suffocating. Was this

clouding his eyes as he attempted to approach

closer to my heart, the pain too intense to articulate. How do you put pain

physical, defies description It's a visceral ache that gnaws at the soul, tearing through every fiber of one's being. Words feel inadequate, like trying to contain a tempest in a teacup. I didn't want to understand it because I knew no amount of words could encapsulate the

from me," the words escaped my trembling lips as I sought support against the console. I attempted to steady my ragged breaths, to gather the

purpose of his

Why did my love for him overshadow the

all so agonizingly

I questioned, a bitter chuckle escaping despite my efforts as I regarded him. His expression betrayed nothing but guilt, his eyes pleading to convey a thousand apologies his mouth couldn't articulate. "To have... to have sex with this woman?" My

Chloe interjected, her tone dripping with malice. "Isn't it obvious? I warned you, didn't I? He'd always come crawling back to me. Besides, who would choose a dull, inexperienced, young girl like you over me? You're nothing, Evelyn. Utterly

hand closing around her throat, squeezing the life out of her. "If you dare utter another word, Chloe..." His voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge as he pinned her against the wall, "I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you right here,

as she struggled against his grip, gasping for breath. Moments later, Jacob released her, and she crumpled to the ground, coughing and wheezing, the stark reality of her mortality dawning upon

to me..." Jacob's voice trailed after me as he approached, but I didn't give him a

no room for another sob

I'd endured enough. I didn't care about the explanations or the stories behind his actionsâ€"I cared about what I witnessed, what I saw with my own eyes: him kissing another woman. That

enough

I've tried everything, I tried

at its peak. "I fucking gave my all to be the person you could lean on, and this... this is how you repay me? By stabbing me in the back and being here with this woman who's hell-bent on destroying us?! Is this what I get?! Is this what I get