My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 145 Words

Evelyn

As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing with the breeze that gently stirred them, I found myself lost in a battle of distractions. With each crunch of a chip, I attempted to drown out the relentless thoughts of that infuriating man, burying myself in the pages of a book. Yet, even the storyline of my chosen novel failed to captivate me, paling in comparison to the chaotic drama of my own fucking life-a tragic fucked-up movie that audiences would devour when the characters would go through shit, feel like shit and maybe even look like shit!

Fuck this.

I am going to move forward, leave him and his memory behind once and for all that's final.

"Caroline didn't want to be with Edward, yet she knew he held the key to her heart, igniting a fire within her that no one else could replicate a spark destined to burn eternally," I read aloud, my jaw tensing with each word.

It seemed the universe conspired against me, even influencing my choice of reading material—a cruel reminder of what I was desperately trying to escape.

With a frustrated growl, I slammed the book shut and sat up, a wave of agitation washing over me. As I headed to the bookshelf in search of a distraction, a sudden knock shattered the silence of the room.

Who was it now?

"Come in," I muttered absentmindedly, my fingers grazing over the spines of various books until I settled on a thriller. There was no chance this genre would trigger thoughts of him; if anything, it would fuel my imagination with psychotic fantasies of revenge-a thought I'd shamelessly entertain. I would kill him, slowly and painfully-yes!

"Well, what have we here in the early hours?" Clara's voice echoed, drawing my attention away from the shelf.

"Just losing myself in a book, Clara-trying to make productive use of my time," I replied, flopping back onto the bed in my usual manner, legs raised as I sprawled across the mattress. "Finishing a book might provide a sense of accomplishment, don't you think?"

her eyes skimming the cover of

first few pages. "No point in sticking

her arrival, especially at this hour, hinted at a conversation related to Jacob's stay, a maneuver orchestrated by Dad to soften the blow of

I ask you something, Evie?" Clara's voice pierced the silence,

"Go ahead, Clara."

heart of the matter. "Do you truly don't want Jacob in your

anticipated such a blunt interrogation, but now

emotions swirling like a tempest within

I genuinely want him out of

revel in these emotions, make them permanent even, to shut him out indefinitely. But what if my feelings changed in the days

him back in would only invite further heartache-he'd break me

weary sigh escaping my lips. "I don't want him

Clara nodded understandingly,

squeeze at was as though she sensed the monumental effort it. took for me to voice those words. "We respect your decision, Evie. Your happiness is all

staying here, but believe us, we only

make

him an opportunity to earn your trust back

sour, he's still Dad's best friend, and just because things didn't work out between Jacob and me, Dad shouldn't have to lose a

Jacob may have

he's loyal

there's no need for any