My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 56

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 my face into Mason's chest, trying in vain to suppress my sobs, but they continued to escape.

All I could think of were the moments Jacob and I had shared. His smile, the way he held me close, and the way he whispered my name. If it was all a lie, then why did it feel so painfully real when he told me he loved me? That night in that ocean, midst of the gentle waves, with our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in perfect harmony, when he said he loved me... it felt as true as my very soul.

Those beautiful moments, etched in my memory, how could they be all fake? Were they just cruel tricks my heart had played on me and made me think they were real?

"Then let him," Mason seethed with anger, his arms around me pulling me even closer, while Jennie soothingly rubbed my back, "He's going to regret his choice anyway. She's toxic, and from what I can see, he's equally venomous. A damn shithead who can't appreciate the blessing he had in his messed-up life," Mason growled, "Let him be with that toxic bitch. You just dodged a bullet."

"But I love him..." I whispered, feeling utterly defeated. "And he said he loved me. But now, it's like I don't even recognize him. He's acting like a complete stranger, even after we've shared so many incredible moments. It all feels like a never-ending nightmare."

"I'll knock some sense into that motherfucker," Mason muttered under his breath before placing a gentle kiss on my temple. "Consider him a bad memory. There are thousands of guys out there, even better than him."

But how could anyone be better than him? He was my definition of perfection.

God, I couldn't forget Jacob. His scent was lingering in my mind, his touch on my skin, and his kisses on my lips. The thought of losing him forever made my heart stop. I couldn't grasp onto the situation let alone accept it as reality.

"I can't forget him, Mason. I just... can't."

Each passing second felt like an eternity, and I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of longing for him, missing those nights when we were tangled in my bed.

I had believed he was mine, completely and unequivocally.

"Guys, something doesn't sit right with me. There's more to this," Nancy interjected, her brows furrowed in confusion, "What could that woman have possibly said to make Jacob change his mind so abruptly? Nothing seemed amiss even at the party. He was looking at her like he was desperate to be near her. And now, he's saying something completely different. It just doesn't add up. Something's not right, I am telling you."

"Nothing's wrong, Nancy. He used me, plain and simple. And now that his ex is back, he wants to be with her," I replied, my voice strained. "Fuck, I don't even know if he was fucking her behind my back; maybe he was. I'm the biggest fool on the planet for letting him use me. I feel disgusted with myself."

"Why are you trying to find excuses for that bastard's behavior, Nancy? He messed up, he fucked up everything," Jennie snapped, sitting up to glare at her, "What reason could possibly justify breaking someone's heart like this? There's no excuse for what he did. And how dare he lead Evie on when he knew he couldn't get over his damn ex? Ugh! I want to rip him apart."

"I'm in, let's do it," Mason chimed in, his anger palpable, "I had high hopes for him, thought he'd treat Evelyn right, but that bastard disappointed me. I could hire some goons and take care of him for a couple of grand."

"You two need to calm down," Nancy intervened. "You can't make decisions based on anger. We should think this through. Evelyn should talk to him later. I believe there's more to his sudden change of heart."

"Or maybe he just fucked that slut while he disappeared from the party and then realized she was a better fuck than me," I blurted out loudly, "That's why he ran back to her— it's the only plausible explanation."

"Evie..." Nancy began, but before she could continue, there was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar female voice.

"Can I come in, Evie?" It was Clara.

Oh, shit!

I hastily sat up, wiping my tears away, while Nancy and Jennie's eyes widened. Mason, on the other hand, seemed more focused on another idea.