All Chapters of Falling For My Father's Best Friend : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I already moved off the hall to the emergency stairs. My back pressed to the cold concrete wall, phone still warm against my ear. Lukas's broken whisper kept echoing in my skull. 'I'm begging you.'I took one shaky breath. Then another. Then I said it before I could talk myself out of it."Mateo... I have to tell you something."Silence on his end. Not cold. Just waiting."I'm almost three weeks pregnant."The line went dead quiet.My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. I started shaking-small, uncontrollable tremors in my fingers, my knees. Panic clawed up my chest like it wanted out. What if he didn't want it? What if he laughed? What if he said "NO"?I forced my voice steady. Barely. "Mateo?"He exhaled-slow, ragged."What did you find out?" he whispered.I choked on a sob. Tears burned fast. "On Monday. Five days ago."Another silence.Then-soft, almost reverent-"No wonder."I blinked. "What?""The feeling I've been dealing with." His voice cracked. "That pull. Like I al

Monday morning came too fast. I woke up tangled in sheets, Mateo's stolen polo twisted around me like a second skin. Funny to accept I now use it as my pajamas. Felt like sleep cuddle from Matoe every night. The alarm blared. I slapped it quiet and lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling. Three weeks pregnant. Mateo knew. He was happy. Jake was probably already in Berlin, or on his way here. I should have gotten a call already.I dragged myself to the bathroom, washed up, brushed my teeth, pulled on fresh scrubs. Morning shift again this week-same as the last. Routine. Safe. Predictable.I checked my phone while I held my hair in a short Ponytail. My bob was growing to an almost shoulder length. No calls from Mateo. No texts. My stomach twisted. Maybe he hated the videos. Maybe he thought I looked ridiculous. Maybe-I opened our chat. Scrolled up.The videos weren't there.My heart stopped. "What the flip?" I tapped through the sent folder. The clips-me twirling with Olga,

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 high ceilings. She'd hate how perfect it was.The shower took forever-I kept turning knobs wrong, getting scalded, then freezing, then finally figuring out the rainfall head. When I stepped out, towel wrapped tight, hair dripping, my phone lit up on the counter.Mateo.I answered, voice still soft from the steam. "Hey.""Hey, baby." He sounded rough, like he'd just woken up. "I'm sorry. Meeting ran late, then I crashed. Didn't mean to leave you hanging."I smiled despite myself, leaning against t

The office was dim-late afternoon light bleeding through the blinds in thin gold bars across the desk. Dust motes danced in the beams, illuminating the expensive mahogany and leather. I sat back in the chair, the soft leather creaking beneath me, phone pressed to my ear, listening to Isabella's voice fill the quiet."...so we're at Olga's place now. She's packing like her life depends on it. Boxes everywhere. I swear she owns more shoes than I do."I smiled-small, automatic. "Sounds chaotic.""It is. But good chaotic. She keeps dropping things and blaming the boxes. I'm just sitting on the floor handing her tape like I'm her personal assistant."I let her talk. Let the normalcy of it wash over me. Her laugh when Olga yelled something in the background. The rustle of cardboard. The way her voice softened when she said Olga's name-like family.Then I cut in, my voice low and quiet. "We need to talk."Silence on her end. A small inhale."I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't mean to ra

That evening, the air was crisp and carried the faint, comforting smell of roasted chestnuts from a nearby street vendor. The chill nipped at our exposed skin, but the festive lights strung across the park trees cast a warm, inviting glow. Olga had gone for a quick makeover, determined to make a good impression on Joshua. Her fresh strawberry-blonde roots glowed vibrantly under the streetlights, framing her face in a soft halo. Her nails were painted a delicate rose color, flirty flat dress in a deep burgundy that made her look both cute and undeniably confident. She kept smoothing the hem nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric as Jake drove us towards the park entrance."Joshua had said he'd meet us near the fountain." She muttered Olga's eyes kept darting around, scanning the growing crowd of people, expectant and hopeful. She looked so pretty tonight-her cheeks a little flushed from the cold, her lips glossed with a shimmering pink, her hair falling just so in loose, b