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The new place was massive-a penthouse on the top floor of a quiet building in Charlottenburg. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the living room, letting in soft morning light over dark wood floors and cream furniture. Three bedrooms: Jake had already taken the smallest one near the entrance (practical, always the guard), I had the master with its own balcony overlooking the park, and the third... I was already picturing Olga in it. Her clothes spilling out of drawers, her laugh echoing off the h
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  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 105

    Saturday started with Jake downstairs on the phone, voice low, clipped-like he was finalizing a bomb. I heard him hang up just as Olga and I came down the stairs. He pocketed it fast, eyes flicking away. I caught his glance, smiled small, and looked past him. We both knew what was coming. Olga didn't.In the car to work, she leaned forward, grinning. "Got a girlfriend, Jake? You've been sneaking calls like a teenager."He laughed-real, easy. "Nah. I'm gay. Like men." Olga blinked, her expression comically bewildered. Then she burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. "Wait – seriously? All this time? And you never said anything?"Jake shrugged, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Yeah. Just never really... came up, I guess."We filled the rest of the drive with dumb stuff – hospital gossip, complaints about the perpetually lukewarm coffee in the break room, and how Olga's new haircut made her look like she belonged on the cover of a magazine. By t

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 104

    It was Friday, and I was officially one month pregnant.The realization settled over me like a gentle wave that morning as I stood before the expansive mirror in the new penthouse. My hand rested lightly on my still-flat stomach, a silent promise to the life growing within. I was going to be a mom soon-well in 8 months but you get it.I felt... happy. Not the wild, almost manic happiness Mateo had displayed when I first told him – a reaction that had been both thrilling and slightly overwhelming – but a quiet, warm kind of happiness that settled deep in my chest, radiating outwards. The baby was real. Mine. Ours. And for the first time in weeks, the fear, that constant companion, felt smaller than the burgeoning hope. It was a fragile feeling, precious and new, and I held onto it tightly.Work was relentlessly busy, but good. We finished the shift sweaty and bone-tired, the kind of exhaustion that comes from the constant motion of running between rooms, answering call bells, and of

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 103

    That evening I told Mateo about the call with his mother. I had waites since Sunday. Wednesday night and I couldn't help but wonder if she would tell him about the call. I wouldn't want it to be like Valetina's case where that bitch told him before I could.We were on the phone, his voice warm and sleepy, I knew he was stressed out. I hesitated, twisting the edge of the blanket on my lap, before finally saying it."Your mom called me on Sunday. She basically ordered me to come for Christmas."Mateo went quiet for a second. Then he sighed, more like he expected it or he was tired. "I'm sorry, Isabella. She can be... a lot."I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "It's okay. I told her I'll come when I want to come."He apologized again, his voice soft and genuine. "I'll talk to her. She shouldn't push you like that. I spoke to her about this already!."Ohhh. No wonder. I was beginning to feel like he already knew. Damn. This man gets a way of Knowing things before I do and it annoyi

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    102

    Monday melted into Tuesday in the usual blur of hospital life. By Tuesday afternoon I was on autopilot – updating charts, checking IV lines, answering call bells with practiced efficiency. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bustling nurses' station. Olga sat perched on the edge of a stool, her legs swinging under the desk, devouring a bag of potato chips loudly. Each bite seemed a small act of rebellious act or was it stress eating?Dew was hunched over in the corner, meticulously organizing medical supplies and muttering to himself. Hanna walked by with Ben-her puppy dog lover- both of them engrossed in a private joke. She gave us a quick wave and a bright "Hi!" before they disappeared down the corridor.Dew looked up from his task, wiping his hands on his worn scrubs. "After all that pretending, those two just want to take it to the next level."Olga paused mid-crunch, crumbs clinging to her lower lip. "What?"Dew grinned, that gossip glint in h

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 101

    Sunday was our regular day off, and I was genuinely shocked when Olga announced, with an almost giddy excitement, that she wanted me to meet her family. I don't do family!Truth be told, I felt like a nervous boyfriend meeting his girlfriend's scary parents for the first time. My palms were sweating, and I kept fidgeting with the hem of my sweater.The excitement in her voice was contagious, though. She spent the entire train ride telling me their names and stories, carefully selecting which four out of her whole orphanage group she wanted to introduce me to. "They're the best of the best," she had said, her eyes sparkling. For real, I felt the strange urge to impress them too, to prove that I was worthy of being in Olga's inner circle.Jake sat quietly behind us the whole time, a silent, watchful presence. He had offered to rent another car or drive us himself, but Olga had refused, shaking her head with a laugh. "We'll get lost," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "This

  • Falling For My Father's Best Friend    CH 100

    Days had passed, and a fragile sense of normalcy had settled over us. We fell back into our familiar routines: going to work together at the clinic, coming back to our shared apartment together, eating dinner together at our small kitchen table, making fun of Jake together, and teasing him endlessly about his strange green smoothie obsession that we had decided was some kind of occult ritual involving kale and spirulina.Truthful, who enjoys that!!!! Saturday afternoon, a few minutes before I clocked out, I found myself staring at Olga as she absently watched her own hand, turning it this way and that under the fluorescent lights of the clinic. I still hadn't told her what Jake had said about Joshua wanting to propose. It felt like a huge secret to keep, but I knew that revealing it would spoil the surprise, and it wouldn't be fair to her. Olga was my best friend, but I didn't even know if marriage was something she wanted or had ever seriously thought about. Damn, I might just be a

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