All Chapters of My Dad's Bestfriend : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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

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

JacobAs I stepped inside the room, Mom’s words echoed in my head."Yes, you might have his blood running in your veins, Jacob, but you are our child, do you hear that?" The soft touch of her hands against my cheek—the same touch that had comforted me since childhood—washed over my senses as I recalled the moment I had looked at her, my eyes filled with tears and disgust for myself, “Enzo and I raised you. If there’s anyone you are like, it’s Enzo. You are his carbon copy, Jacob. Enzo sees himself in you—not that bastard who doesn’t even deserve to be called a father."My gaze lifted, meeting Evelyn’s tear-filled eyes.And in that moment, the realization struck me."Look at me, Son." Dad had stood before me, for the first time in years, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. But he hadn’t let them fall—I had had learned it from him, “I don’t have much of an explanation for you. But remember this—even God makes mistakes. And in our case, he took our children and handed them to another

 Evelyn I woke up to the sensation of rough fingers tracing slow, featherlight patterns up and down my stomach. The warmth of small, lingering kisses ghosted over my skin, and for a moment, I just lay there, letting myself sink into the tenderness of it. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I looked down to find Jacob sprawled across me, his head resting just above my belly, arms wrapped around me in a possessive grip. It took me a second to realize—he wasn't actually putting any weight on me. He was simply listening. A soft smile curled my lips as I tangled my fingers into his silky hair, scratching my nails lightly over his scalp. "What are you doing, silly?" "Isn't it weird that I can't hear anything?" he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. Without looking at me, he pressed his ear a little closer to my skin, as if trying to catch even the faintest whisper o

Evelyn Jacob's brows rose slightly, and he hurriedly stepped closer, slipping his arm around my waist as if afraid I might collapse. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek as he met my eyes. He already looked dead worried. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, trying to calm me down, “Breathe, baby. Just breathe." It was only then that I realized I wasn't breathing. I'd been holding it in—along with the panic, the fear, the overwhelming dread. My hands trembled, my knees threatened to give out, and my breaths came in shallow, broken gasps. I didn't feel like myself. I didn't feel human. Tyler was out of jail. The memory hit me like a slap. The text he'd sent me the day I left Italy surged through my mind, dragging me deeper into panic. "It might be over for now, but not forever. One way or another, you will be mine, Evelyn.