Evelyn"What... what did you say?" I stammered, my hands dropping back to my sides, my eyes fixated on his figure.My heart literally stopped. Yes, I'd felt it skip a beat many times, especially whenever my gaze landed on Jacob. But today, there was something terrifying about the way it ceased to beat. It was as if my entire world had crumbled, and every fiber of my being could only register those few words escaping his lips. Words that I could scarcely believe came from him—the man who, just a few hours ago, had told me that I was the only one he’d ever love.No! This had to be some cruel joke...He couldn't possibly be serious.I watched as he exhaled a sigh, taking a drag and releasing the smoke into the air. His unaffected demeanor was already starting to infuriate me. How could he remain so composed while uttering words that were fucking breaking my heart into a thousand pieces?"I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, Evelyn. I just can't get over Chloe," My heartbreaker couldn't
Evelyn"That damn bastard," Mason muttered under his breath, holding me tightly as my tears soaked his shirt. Jennie hugged me from the side, offering me comfort, while Nancy paced back and forth in my room in stress. It was 3 AM when they discovered the whole ordeal. Jennie had come to check on me after failing to reach me through numerous phone calls. When she found me curled up in my room on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, she freaked out and called Mason and Nancy. The truth spilled out from my mouth to prevent the situation from spiraling further out of control."Don't cry, Evie," Jennie kissed my cheek, "We'll find you a better guy than him. He didn't deserve a beautiful girl like you anyway.""He said he loves Chloe..." I sobbed, unable to hold back the flood of tears that had consumed me since the incident with Jacob. My eyes and nose were red and swollen, a clear testament to the heartbreak I was enduring. "It hurts, Jennie. It hurts so damn much. I love him..." I buried
Evelyn"You...know?" I was flabbergasted, too stunned to utter anything other than this one simple question. My mind felt like it had been thrown off the top floor of a hundred-story building—shocking and terrible.Clara knew...Damn it! I hadn't wanted a single soul to find out before the wedding, and here the bride already knew about my affair with Jacob. What might she think of me? Having an affair with Jacob behind my dad's back. Shit! Shit! Shit!"Yes, Evelyn. I know," she nodded, her voice surprisingly calm, devoid of anger or irritation unlike what I’d expected, “I've seen the way you two look at each other, and how genuinely happy you are around him. I had my suspicions from day one, but it was that day at the hall when you abruptly walked away from your conversation with your mom and he followed you—that confirmed everything for me—I saw both of you at the poolside. I've known for a while, Evie. You don't have to hide anything from me, okay?""Clara...I-I..." I didn't even kn
EvelynThe morning sun's despicable rays fell upon my face, rudely rousing me from the only respite I'd found after last night's ordeal. With a groan, I reluctantly sat up, though I had absolutely no intention of leaving my room. Even now, I could sense the telltale signs of my anguish—red, swollen eyes and a blotchy complexion, the result of countless tears and emotional turmoil.Fuck, men are cruel, especially the ones who effortlessly make you fall in love with them.But Jacob hadn't appeared cruel at first glance..."Stop obsessing over the man who dumped you, Evelyn," I muttered to myself, trying hard to maintain my composure—god, this was just the morning, I couldn’t already lose my shit. But again, it was a struggle not to let my emotions betray me, for inside, I was a whirlwind of pain and confusion. "You've been dumped, face it."I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my dishevelled hair.For a fleeting moment, as I concentrated on my breathing and the warmth of the
A few moments ago EvelynI was dead wrong when I thought I could spend the whole day convincing myself that Jacob didn't matter anymore. It didn't work. Well, that plan went up in smoke faster than a lit matchstick. Just an hour of soul-searching, and I could tell I was crashing, burning, and falling apart. What stung me the most was that I'd seen it coming, but I still let it happen. I knew he had the power to break me in an instant, yet I trusted him and let myself dive in.I never thought he'd hurt me. How foolish of me!As I thought about the moments we had shared, my mind raced, my heart ached. The thought of losing him terrified me, even though I'd already lost him. Why did it hurt so much? Especially when I'd already lost him. Why?Was it because this was my first heartbreak? Maybe. But in this situation, I felt utterly helpless.How could what we had mean nothing to him? How could he act so cold and distant, throwing away all the promises he made to me like yesterday's news?
Evelyn “Do not even fucking think about raising your hand at me, Chloe," I warned her through gritted teeth, my eyes locked onto her trembling hand inching toward her cheek. It was as though she couldn't fathom the slap that had just landed on her face. Well, she'd better believe it because I had no qualms about delivering another if she didn't mind her tongue. "I've dealt with enough bullies in my life to handle a lowlife, cheap filthy, woman like you. And believe me, if you dare to step over that line again, I'll rip that hand right off your body.""What... what did you just say?" Chloe's jaw tightened, her fury evident in the fire that burned in her eyes."Are you deaf or just plain stupid? huh? I snapped back. "You can’t hear me, right? Let me show you—I can actually make you deaf, today if that's what you want. It’ll be fun, I promise.”Before I could advance toward her, a hand shot up, gripping my wrist. It was a touch I knew all too well, one that sent regret surging through m
Evelyn"Because I could have done far worse to you than I did. I was capable of exploiting you for even darker motives, and you know it. So, who's to blame here? It wasn't me who pursued you first, Evelyn. You were the one who threw yourself at me. If you consider that, it wouldn't seem like I used you," his voice remained unwavering, void of hesitation.God, his words...I bet, he didn't even know how easily they were shattering me, or had even an idea of the damage they inflicted. Even if he did, I was certain he didn't care. Still, I couldn't stop myself. I needed a valid explanation; maybe that wasn't even the main reason...maybe I simply required something to help me move on from him.He made it easier by continuing to speak."You and I both wanted this; that's why we got close in the first place. I can't stay with someone I don't love. My heart belongs to Chloe, and no matter what we've been through, no matter what she's done, it doesn't change how I feel. I still want her in my
Jacob As I watched her leave, I crumbled from within. It took every ounce of strength to resist the urge to rush to her and admit that every word I had uttered was nothing but a fucking lie. Just fucking lies I made sound like the only truth.Fuck...The way she had stood at my doorstep, wearing that delicate white dress, her hair still slightly damp, eyes reddened, and the traces of the previous night's turmoil etched on her face— it broke me. She seemed so fragile and broken, as if the gentlest touch might shatter her further.What had I done? Damn it!A defeated sigh escaped my lips. The memory of her tear-stained face, the pain in her eyes, and the tremor in her voice haunted my thoughts. I had already hurt her deeply, and now, with the hurtful words I had spoken, I knew I had pushed her far away. I had set fire to the bridge that connected me to my life, my dreams, my peace, and everything I held dear.She had been the only light I'd ever found in this dark existence, and I had
JacobAs the elevator doors slid shut, a jolt of panic shot through me.Fuck.I wasn't thinking—I never was when it came to Evelyn.Before I could process it, my legs were moving, rushing toward the stairwell. The cold air burned my lungs as I sprinted down the steps, two at a time, the echoes of my own footsteps pounding in my ears.God! What the hell was I thinking? Why didn’t I stop her?Fuck. I knew the answer—I was too busy self loathing in my own mind.By the time I reached the ground floor, my breathing was ragged, sharp exhales cutting through the silence. I bolted toward the parking lot, scanning frantically.Nothing.She was gone.God, how the fuck did she disappear so fast?It was nearly night. The streets were emptying, the sky turning a shade too dark, too ominous. And Evelyn? She wasn't even wearing anything warm enough.This wasn't safe. Not for her.Not for the—fuck—not for the baby.I raked a hand through my hair, frustration clawing at my skin. "Why am I even thinkin
Evelyn"W-what?" My voice trembled, barely a whisper. Somewhere deep inside me—somewhere I refused to acknowledge—there was hope. A desperate, foolish hope that he’d say something different. That he wouldn’t break me with a brutal truth like this."Yes, Evelyn." His voice was steady, his eyes cold, though maybe—just maybe—there was a flicker of guilt in them. But at that moment, guilt didn’t matter. His words did. His actions did. The emotions he chose to display, and the ones he kept buried, were the only things that mattered."I am not fucking ready to be a father." His tone was unyielding, each word a blade slicing through me. "I don’t want to be a father. I don’t have it in me, and I’d rather die than carry a burden like that. Raising a kid, all of it—it’s pointless. Stupid. Meaningless shit. And I thought you felt the same, but I was wrong. And that fucking scares me. I hoped I could convince you, but you’re proving me wrong at every turn. Evelyn, no matter how much you think you
Samuel"You're too young for a baby, Evelyn!""Jacob's right—you should abort it!""No, you can't have a kid when you're still a kid yourself!""I'm going to kill that bastard!""Evelyn, think it through!"A hundred pleas, a hundred desperate arguments—none of them mattered. She was hell-bent on having this baby. And truth be told, I couldn't force her. Danica and I had her when we were young too. Questioning her now would mean admitting we thought she was less capable than we had been.And I refused to do that. My daughter could handle this. I knew she could.As shocking as the news was, my bigger concern was Jacob. That piece of shit's reaction. I knew what this meant for him—how the word father terrified him, how much he hated himself for the blood that ran through his veins.He didn't think he was capable of being a father because he was convinced he'd fail. I'd seen it in him for years—his greatest fear."Do you think Jacob's going to agree to this?" Clara asked, worry lacing her
EvelynThe soft sound of someone shifting and moving around the room pulled me from the depths of sleep. My eyes blinked open, heavy with lingering grogginess, and I saw Jacob getting ready—probably for the office, judging by his sharp suit.Dragging myself up despite the weight of sleep threatening to drag me back into the sea of the mattress, I yawned. Maybe it was just another side effect of pregnancy—this constant, consuming need to rest.“What are you doing?” I mumbled, voice thick with sleep.Jacob froze mid-motion, his hand hesitating as he fastened his watch. He turned toward me, his gaze softening as he abandoned the task and approached the bed. “Sorry, baby, did I wake you up?” he murmured, leaning down to caress my cheek.“Not really.” I let out another yawn. “But why are you leaving so early? You usually head out much later than this.”A small chuckle escaped him as he caught my hands, preventing me from rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Don’t do that,” he teased. “If you w
EvelynIt 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
EvelynSunlight filtered through the small gap between the curtains, landing softly on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, determined not to wake up, but it only lasted a moment before I gave in. Panic shot through every one of my veins as I opened my eyes and saw the empty space beside me.Sitting up hurriedly, I scanned the room.Did he not come home last night?I slipped on my slippers, ready to search for him, when a realization stopped me in my tracks. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, waiting for him. Yet here I was, waking up in bed. The memory hit me then—his strong arms carrying me to bed, his warmth enveloping me as he held me close.I stepped out of the bedroom, my ears catching the soft clatter of utensils. Following the sounds to the kitchen, I found him there, cooking breakfast.A sigh of relief escaped me at the sight. He stood at the stove, relaxed and focused, as if the weight of our troubles didn't exist. As if we didn't have a situation to handle. As if we both weren't w
JacobI sat in my office, drenched in sweat, my breath shallow and quick. Dread crawled under my skin, seeping into my bones, invading every inch of me until I was cold. The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and each breath I managed to draw seemed to take all my strength. It was suddenly a chore to keep breathing and stay alive.I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair, the dim light above the ceiling the only thing cutting through the darkness. I couldn’t bear to be in complete darkness right now. I needed to see something, anything, just to remind myself I was still here."Calm down," I muttered, trying to steady my shaking hands, clenching them into fists at my sides. "Fucking calm down."It had been years—years since I’d felt like this.The last time was when I was fifteen.I thought I'd outgrown it, that I had put all of it behind me. The fear. The pain. The panic. Why now? Why was it coming back?"He's dead," I breathed out, burying my face in my hands. The w
EvelynI 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 mirr
EvelynIt took time to calm my racing thoughts, but even now, I had no answers. Still nothing but a plain sheet of blank covering my whole mind. Every corner.I needed to hear it from Jacob—his opinion, his view. This wasn’t just my decision or a race alone. It was ours.We had to face this situation together…For….Our baby.“I’ve looked into a few venues,” Jacob murmured, brushing his thumb over my ring. The moonlight caught it, making it gleam. “I liked some, but a few need a closer look. You should come with me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, “Well, you are coming with me.”His warmth lulled me for a moment, my eyes fluttering shut.“So, no more secrets like everything else?” I teased, a soft chuckle escaping as I leaned back against him. His chest met my back, his warmth hugging me and his nose grazed my neck as he inhaled deeply. “If I could keep it a secret, I would,” he deadpanned, making me laugh again. “But I want the venue to be your choice. Besides