All Chapters of My Dad's Bestfriend : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Evelyn Morning arrived quicker than expected, rousing me before the sun had fully risen. Clara had taken the wine bottle from my hand and lulled me to sleep, her presence soothing but only temporarily. I’d cried myself to sleep into her arms, the tears relentless. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I drifted off, only that I’d slept earlier than usual. My body, weighed down by stress, had forced itself into rest, but it was also the reason I was awake now—my mind refusing to grant me even a second beyond my usual routine.Clara’s comfort might have dulled the ache last night, but the moment my eyes opened, the familiar sting of pain returned. It was as sharp as ever as if it had never left.I sat up, exhaling a weary sigh. Despite the hours of sleep, I didn’t feel the usual grogginess, nor the need to rub the sleep from my eyes. Surely, rest had come, but peace hadn’t followed. I didn’t expect it to. The fact that I’d slept at all with the storm raging inside me was a miracle in it

EvelynFor a few seconds, even though I understood Cameron’s words perfectly, my body and mind refused to accept them. My soul though? I wouldn’t say anything from her side because it had been long since I’d been nice to her. I was stunned—stunned by his sudden shift in demeanor, his unexpected decision, and the pained look in his eyes that seemed to cut right through me.“Cameron… what are you—”“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Evelyn,” he said, his voice steady as he took a step closer, his gaze locking with mine. “You know what you truly want. Every part of you knows. But you’re stopping yourself. I’ve watched you wrestle with this for days, and I’ve chosen to turn a blind eye, but I can’t do that anymore. You need to give yourself what you want. You can’t let fear imprison you like this. Life isn’t meant to be lived in chains. This is not how it fucking works! If you love him then go and fucking give it a chance!”“Cameron, it’s not what I want. You’re misunderstanding e

Evelyn The ride home felt like stepping back in time. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, just like that first moment years ago. Back when I was a teenager with a hopeless crush on my dad’s best friend—the man who seemed larger than life. Whether it was his words, his smile, the way he laughed, or the sight of him swimming on those warm, sun-drenched picnic days, Jacob Adriano had always been the center of my world.And now, sitting beside him, I felt like that younger version of myself all over again—heart pounding, filled with a giddy kind of love that knew no limits, no fears. I used to daydream about the impossible, about one day being older, wiser, and somehow stealing him away from the world, like something out of a forbidden romance.But he was mine now. Even after all these years, it was hard to believe. Who would have thought that the silly teenage crush would blossom into this? That I’d be able to call him mine? The missing piece of my soul had been right in front of me

EvelynMy eyes were the first to flutter open, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our tangled bodies beneath the duvet. As my senses slowly returned—dulled by the haze of last night—everything began to feel real again. Jacob had brought me to his room, and for once, I woke up not haunted by the cruel edge of dreams that had tormented me for days. There was no phantom emptiness beside me. No illusion that would dissolve with the morning.For the first time in what felt like forever, the man I loved was right here. With me. Solid, warm, and real.A small smile tugged at my lips as I lay there, drinking at the sight of him. There was no bitter aftertaste of loss clinging to the morning, no lingering grief that I’d wake up to an empty bed. I could say, without hesitation, that I was glad to be awake—for once, the reality was better than my dreams.And what a view I had. Of course, the view was nothing but Jacob—his face, peaceful and unguarded

EvelynJacob and I sat across from Dad and Clara. Dad looked ready to grill us both, clearly expecting some lengthy, soul-baring explanation, while Clara seemed keen to move past the awkwardness as fast as possible. Honestly, I was right there with her. I had zero interest in dissecting our reasons—or lack thereof—for behaving like complete idiots, knowing full well it was wrong yet pressing on anyway.Truth was, if “no answer” were a valid response, it would top my list.Jacob and I exchanged a look as Dad wrapped up what felt like his hundredth question. We both knew we had nothing concrete to offer. Sure, we might’ve had a few scattered reasons, but none Dad would actually find acceptable."Listen, you two," Dad barked, "stop staring at each other and answer my questions right away. Chronologically, starting from question one.""Sorry, what was the question again?" Jacob’s casual tone almost made me laugh, but I caught myself, noting the way Dad’s expression twisted between irritat