Fallen For Best Friend’s Daddy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Rachael’s POVThe silence stretched painfully around me.Too long.Long enough for people to notice.Long enough for whispers to almost begin.My chest rose unevenly beneath the dress as I stared ahead.Not at Jonathan anymore.Not at Aubrey.Not at Jessica.Just… ahead.Because if I looked anywhere else again…I might lose whatever control I had left.Clinton’s hand remained steady around mine.Warm.Grounding.Possessive in a quiet sort of way.The officiant smiled patiently.Waiting.The entire room waiting.And suddenly…I understood something horrible.There was no dramatic escape waiting for me.No miracle interruption.No last minute rescue.This was my life.This choice.This moment.And every second I delayed it only made things harder.My father’s face flashed briefly in my mind.The bills stacked on the dining table.My mother crying quietly in her room.The fear that had lived in our house for months.Then Bella.Her smile.Her trust.Her voice telling me she loved me like

Rachael’s POVMy heart stopped.Or at least… it felt like it did.Jonathan stood near the far side of the room… one hand resting loosely in his pocket… suit slightly undone now like the night had finally started wearing on him too.The dim lighting softened the sharpness of his features just enough to make him look unreal for a second.Like something my exhausted mind created because it missed him too much already.But no.He was real.Very real.And looking at me in a way that immediately made my chest tighten painfully.Neither of us spoke at first.The silence stretched heavily between us.Not awkward.Worse.Familiar.Dangerously familiar.I swallowed slowly.“You shouldn’t be here.”His gaze stayed fixed on me.“And yet…”A pause.“…here I am.”My fingers tightened instinctively around my bouquet before I realized I was still holding it.God.I still looked like a bride.The realization suddenly made this feel far more dangerous than it already was.The dress.The veil.The ring

Jonathan’s POVI stayed perfectly still until the door finally closed again.Only then did I allow myself to breathe properly.The silence inside the room felt different now.Heavier.Dangerously close to disaster.From where I stood hidden in the shadows, I could still hear Bella’s voice faintly outside in the hallway.Bright and carefree Completely unaware of how close she had just come to uncovering everything.My jaw tightened slowly.Because that was the part slowly eating me alive now.Not just the wedding.Not just the fact that I had kissed a married woman less than an hour after her vows.Bella.Her trust.Her excitement.The way she still looked at both Rachael and me without suspicion strong enough to become certainty.Mehn I was becoming the exact kind of man I used to hate.The thought settled heavily in my chest as I finally stepped out from the corner.Rachael still stood near the couch looking shaken.And now carrying guilt so visibly across her face that it almost p

Rachael’s POVI stared at my phone for almost ten minutes after sending the room number.Long enough for doubt to start creeping in.Long enough for guilt to settle heavily in my chest again.What exactly was I doing?I had gotten married only hours ago.Hours.And somehow… the only person I wanted tonight wasn’t my husband.The thought should have disgusted me.Instead… it only made me sad.Because maybe if Clinton had looked at me differently… touched me differently… wanted me differently… none of this would be happening.But deep down…I already knew that wasn’t true.Even if Clinton had been perfect…I still would have loved Jonathan.The realization sat painfully in my chest as I slowly stood from the edge of the bed.The wedding dress still clung heavily to my body.Uncomfortable now.Too tight.Too symbolic.I moved toward the mirror quietly and began removing pieces of myself again.The gloves first.Then the pins holding parts of my hair together.Soft curls immediately falli

Rachael’s POV Jonathan kissed me back immediately. Like he had been holding himself back for too long already. Like the second I touched him first… restraint stopped mattering. His hand tightened slightly at my waist as he pulled me closer carefully… almost like he still couldn’t fully believe this was happening. Meanwhile my fingers curled instinctively against the front of his shirt. And just like that… everything else disappeared again. The wedding. The guilt. The ring sitting heavily on my finger. All of it faded beneath the overwhelming feeling of finally being close to him without interruption. Without hiding. Without someone knocking on the door every five seconds. Jonathan kissed me slowly at first. Like he was trying to memorize me. Every breath. Every reaction. Every tiny sound I tried and failed to hold back. God. Nobody had ever touched me like this before. Like I mattered. Like every second mattered. The realization alone made my chest ache painfull