My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 211

Evelyn

It was noon when I couldn't stand the silence any longer. It was suffocating, eating away at me, and I had no idea how to face it. So, I did the only thing I could-opened the damn door and walked out.

Jacob was sitting on the couch, his head lowered, eyes fixed on his hands, clenching them together like they could somehow hold him together. The sound of my footsteps must have pulled him from his haze because his gaze shifted to me, and I saw the tension in his shoulders ease. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.

He didn't say a word, just stood as I walked toward him, stopping just a breath away. My chest tightened. Tears were threatening to spill, and worse—he could see it. That made it worse, because now I couldn't hide it. The lump in my throat grew with each passing second.

Before I could say anything, he raised his hands, cupping my face gently. His touch shattered whatever restraint I had left, and my chin trembled, fighting to hold back the flood of tears.

He seemed to feel it, so he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I buried my face into his chest, my sobs finally breaking free. How stupid was I to cry in his arms? The man who caused this pain was the only one I trusted to heal it. He was the only one who had the power to break me and I knew it because I handed it to him.

“You're a heartless bastard,” I muttered, gripping his t-shirt like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

“I know.....” His voice was soft, and he pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips brushing against my skin in gentle, apologetic strokes. His fingers traced soothing circles on my back, the intimacy only deepening the ache inside me.

"I hate you!” I cried, my voice shaking with frustration and hurt.

"I don't believe that," he whispered, a trace of disbelief in his voice.

choked out. "You fucking asshole. You should believe it!" I punched his chest, but didn't pull away. I stayed there, nestled under his neck, breathing in

looked perfectly normal in the morning and then he casually broke my heart. Cruel bastard, “Now, tell me,” he said, his fingers gently running through my

I whispered, though I didn't want to

eyes. “Which is why I want you to pick a place. We'll have

ignoring-there was a conversation waiting, hanging in

let out, meeting his eyes. His body stiffened for a moment, but then he exhaled, steadying

to my forehead. “But later, baby. Right

to force the conversation out into the open, but I couldn't. Not yet. I

I murmured, my voice quiet but

chest lifting just slightly.

***

wind through the open window calmed me, the gentle breeze brushing against my skin. Soft music played in the background, blending with the rhythmic hum of the car. Jacob's hand rested on my thigh, fingers tracing small patterns that anchored me to the present, reminding me

I didn't now.

another drive-I couldn't ignore the nagging question that haunted me. The conversation we'd left hanging between us loomed closer with each passing minute. When it

I didn't know, again.

when we felt like ourselves again. When

pained him. And I'd touch it, reassuring myself with the fact that our baby was

out,