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.

to freshen up first. While I

his voice sent a shiver through me.

known?" he asked, his tone sharp enough to cut

"Jacob, I can—"

Evelyn?" he interrupted, his voice rising,

with

his jaw tightening. "Why didn't

for his hands, but he didn't meet me halfway. "I wasn't sure how," I whispered. "I needed to be certain before

a glimmer of hope breaking through his


his voice—a hope

breathed. "We're pregnant,

from his face, his expression shifting to one

I whispered, stepping closer. "It's our

pulled his hands from mine and stepped back, the space between

say anything,

forehead

to his

tell something was

of panic, one

control.

as on

away


he

exhaling deeply, his effort

said the

"Get rid of it."

him, blinking twice, my mind struggling to

remained unchanged, cold, unfeeling. He hadn't just said that-he actually said it. No emotion. No

me, his voice flat

of emotion only deepened my anger, fueling the

it?!" I snapped, my voice shaking with a mix of fury and disbelief. "It's our baby. Are you

answer was obvious. The coldness in his voice was a dagger,

you to have a kid. You're

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