My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 126

Evelyn

A week had passed since Jacob and I had our fight, and to put it mildly—and bluntly—things were far from okay.

Again—To put everything plainly and emphatically—The issue didn't lie solely between us; rather, it was the turbulent circumstances enveloping us. Every effort Jacob made to restore order seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him increasingly disheartened. It was evident, we were far from okay.

Nothing was becoming any better.

While we managed to avoid bickering, I couldn't shake the sense of hesitation emanating from Jacob. Our conversations had dwindled this week, a casualty of his relentless pursuit to mend what was broken, leaving little room for anything else. Our relationship, it was not as before now—the spark, it was withering away.

A peculiar unease crept over me, a lingering suspicion that Jacob still harbored doubts, unspoken but deeply felt.

But for now, the pressing concern was the duration of our journey back to normalcy. Were we ever going to have that life back? I didn't know. The timeline remained uncertain, and I was prepared to stand by Jacob's side for as long as it took. Leaving him wasn't an option, and I doubted it was one he desired either.

I’d rather die than let him go.

Oh, and I forgot to mention something—Recently, I noticed a hip flask with him, a rarity that hinted at recent liking to alcohol. Though tempted to inquire, I restrained myself. If alcohol offered him solace in these tough times, I was willing to turn a blind eye. Besides, I trusted myself to recognize if his drinking became excessive. That was a bridge we could cross if needed.

"Things are slipping out of hand, Clara," I exhaled into the phone, running my hand down to my mouth, "The media's filled with unfounded rumours about Jacob, each one worse than the last. It's unbearable to see him like this. They are fucking ruining his image."

"Take a breath, Evelyn," Clara's voice soothed. "We're coming back to America, and then we'll head to Italy next week. Hang in there, sweetheart. We know it's tough seeing Jacob struggle, but shit happens, we can't stop the problems and I believe in you— you both can weather this storm together."

"I'm trying, Clara," I confessed. "But I fear Jacob will push me away. He doesn't want me to shoulder his burdens; he wants me to have the best, but in doing so, he forgets I want to be there for him. If I walk away during this crisis, I'll never forgive myself."

"I understand, darling," Clara murmured, her tone gentle. "But keep calm. Relationships aren't smooth sailing, Evie. Doubts will arise, problems will surface, sometimes, you might even hate seeing each other's faces, and sometimes you'd even want to walk away but that doesn't mean love has faded. Exercise patience, and handle things delicately. Don't rush into decisions. Give it time, and if necessary, give Jacob space to find his footing. Men aren't infallible, Evie. They're most vulnerable in their weakest moments. Approach everything with care, alright?"

"I'm trying my best, Clara. Believe me, I am," I confessed, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. "I just hope everything returns to how it once was. I can't bear to see Jacob endure this turmoil any longer. I just hope—" The sound of the door creaking interrupted me, prompting me to halt. "Clara, I think Jacob's here. I'll catch up with you later. Take care."

"Goodbye, Evie. You take care too. We'll be there soon."

With that, I ended the call, setting the phone down just as the door swung open, revealing Jacob. He looked drained, and weary, his disheveled hair and somber gaze telling a tale of disappointment.

My face fell.

Clearly, things hadn't gone well.

Forcing a smile, he shrugged off his coat and greeted me with a subdued "Hey."

My heart softened at his effort, and without a word, I crossed the room and enveloped him in a hug, my hand soothingly tracing circles on his back.

My poor Jacob….