My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Evelyn

I stepped out of the doctor's office, my heart heavy and light all at once. It thudded violently against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow bursts. My skin felt cold, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. The feelings surged, intensifying with every second, creeping into every cell of my body.

I felt lost. Hopeless. Overwhelmed.

Was I ready to be a mother?

I didn't know.

Was it too soon? Maybe.

But not once, in the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind, did the idea of

harming the tiny soul growing inside me cross my mind. My decision had already been made before I even realized there was one to make. I knew what I was going to do.

I just didn't know how.

Two and a half months. Probably from our time in America. And yet, until two days ago, the thought hadn't even occurred to me.

Lost in thought, I pushed open the door to our apartment. The evening light filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow. I froze when I spotted Jacob. He stood facing the mirror wall, his reflection framed by the city skyline.

He wasn't supposed to be home yet.

"Jacob?" I asked, dropping my bag as I stepped closer. "When did you get home? You said you'd be late."

He didn't respond. His shoulders were tense, his posture unnervingly rigid. There was a calmness in his breathing, but an air about him told me he wasn't calm at all.


I touched his shoulder. "Jacob? Are you okay?"

Slowly, he turned to face me. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes... they were cold. And then he lifted his hand, revealing something I hadn't noticed before.

My pregnancy tests.

My stomach dropped.

he began, his voice distant, icy. "I was about to call you, but I decided to freshen up first. While I was trying to reach

through me. This wasn't how I

known?" he asked, his tone sharp enough

"Jacob, I can—"

interrupted, his voice rising,

hard, my palms slick with sweat. "Three days ago," I admitted

sharply, his jaw tightening.

his hands, but he didn't meet me halfway. "I wasn't sure how," I whispered. "I needed to be certain before saying anything. I didn't want to stress you out

His voice wavered, a glimmer of hope


trace of hope in his voice—a hope that my answer might

breathed.

shifting to one of shock, fear, and something I

whispered, stepping closer. "It's

and stepped

anything, but his

his forehead

to his

tell something was unraveling inside him.

panic, one

losing control.

as on

away


he

effort to keep it together evident.

when he finally spoke, he said the last thing

"Get rid of it."

stared at him, blinking twice, my mind

unfeeling. He hadn't just said that-he actually said it. No emotion. No remorse. He

with me, his voice flat and

lack of emotion only deepened my anger, fueling the

of it?!" I snapped, my voice shaking with a

in his voice was a dagger, one L could feel tearing through me. I'm telling you

for you to have a kid.

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