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.

I came home," 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 you... I

in his voice sent a shiver through me. This wasn't how I

sharp enough to cut through the

"Jacob, I can—"

interrupted, his voice rising,

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

sharply, his jaw tightening. "Why didn't you tell

certain before saying anything. I didn't want to stress you out over something that

His voice wavered, a glimmer of hope breaking through


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

I breathed. "We're pregnant,

his face, his expression shifting to one of shock, fear, and something I

whispered, stepping closer. "It's our

hands from mine and stepped back, the space between

say anything, but his

forehead

his jaw, the

could tell something was unraveling inside him. He

panic, one

control.

as on

away


he

at me, exhaling deeply, his effort

he said the last thing I'd

"Get rid of it."

at him, blinking twice, my mind

said that-he actually said it. No emotion. No remorse. He wanted our

closer, locking eyes with me, his voice flat and stern. "Get. Rid.

only deepened my anger, fueling the fear growing in my chest. He didn't want

the fuck are you saying, Jacob? Get rid of 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, one L could feel tearing through me. I'm

have a kid. You're too young.

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