My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 119

Evelyn

The news spread like wildfire, consuming every media channel and social network. Jacob's image was tarnished beyond recognition. The media did the rest of the job that Tyler couldn't manage.

I watched helplessly as everything fell apart, and Jacob struggled to piece it back together. I had never seen him so scared. He was afraid that things wouldn't remain the same. His doubts weighed heavily on him, and the biggest question haunting him was: what if he couldn't give me what I deserved? The fear in his eyes troubled me so much that it was tough for me to even breathe properly. I despised seeing him suffer, and I loathed Tyler even more for being the architect of our misery.

I absolutely fucking hated that piece of trash!

For the past week, I only saw Jacob when he returned to the apartment. He worked tirelessly every day, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, with no respite in sight. I wanted to tell him to rest, but circumstances wouldn't allow it. It was fucking agonizing.

Everything felt so messed up.

We had moved back to his apartment five days ago, after everything was resolved. Most days, Jacob was out working while I remained alone in the apartment, fretting about the uncertainty looming over us.

Would our lives be torn apart because of this storm? Worse— I had no idea at all.

Our meals consisted mainly of fast food. I didn't know how to cook properly, and Jacob didn't have the time for us to learn together. So, fast food has become a staple in our chaotic lives.

Today, amidst the turmoil, I found the courage to attempt a recipe I had stumbled upon. Now, as I searched for the nearest grocery store on Google Maps, impatience gnawed at me. Unable to wait any longer, I called Rosaline, thankfully succeeding in locating the store.

I set off for the store, knowing we were short on ingredients. It was a small step, but perhaps, in the midst of chaos, it was a glimmer of control—a semblance of normalcy amidst the storm.

I got out of the cab, paying the bill. "Grazie, ecco il pagamento.”

"Molte grazie, buona giornata!”

Entering the grocery store, I momentarily forgot the list of items I needed. Thankfully, I had written it down on my notes, opting for a proper list instead of relying solely on my poor memory.

To be honest, when I stepped into the shop, I expected nothing more than a routine shopping trip. However, something unexpected, perhaps the most unexpected thing of the century, occurred. A male voice called out my name.

"Well, well, isn't this Mr. Adriano's most precious treasure?" A faintly familiar and despicable voice rang out.

I turned to see none other than Tyler, dressed in a black shirt and white pants, making his way toward me. His imposing figure and presence attracted the attention of women around us as he stood beside me.

What did women even see in this asshole? He looked totally shitty to me.

I despised the smell of his cologne. Everything about him filled me with loathing. Though I had only met him once before, if this encounter counted, then twice, I already knew I detested him to the core.