Todos los capítulos de Loving my fathers best friend : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

AlexI sat in the main conference room, trying to focus on the quarterly review meeting. The projector hummed softly, casting charts onto the screen. Sarah was presenting the latest metrics, her voice steady and professional, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind kept drifting back to Bella the way she had looked at me in the parking lot, the pain in her eyes when I had asked that unforgivable question, the silence that had followed, Lauren’s decisions, Emily’s tears, Bella fainting…It was all too much and I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every night I lay awake replaying the moment I had failed her. The moment fear had won over love.The door to the conference room suddenly burst open with a loud bang.Robert stormed in, eyes red and glistening with tears, face twisted in a mixture of rage and heartbreak I had never seen on him before. The entire room went dead silent.He didn’t say a word at first.He just walked straight up to me, pulled back his fist, and punched me square in the

Emily sat on the edge of the bed in her mother’s apartment, knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the pink stuffed rabbit she had brought with her. The room was of a nice softer color than her dad’s house, with fairy lights strung along the wall and a big window overlooking the city. But it didn’t feel like home. It never really had.It had been only a few days since her father had sent her to her mom’s. He had said it was because he needed to “sort some grown-up things,” but Emily knew better. She had seen the sadness in his eyes, the way he kept checking his phone, the way he barely smiled anymore. Ever since Bella stopped coming over, her dad had been different. Distant. Quiet. Like part of him was missing.She missed him.She missed the way he used to make her pancakes on Saturday mornings, flipping them high in the air to make her laugh. She missed the way he would read her bedtime stories with silly voices. She missed the way he hugged her tight and promised he would always

BellaI sat on the floor of my apartment, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes. I hadn’t gotten to unpacking most of my things yet and I decided to do them today to take my mind off things.The afternoon light was fading, turning the room into soft shades of gray and gold. I hadn’t moved much since waking up from another restless nap. My body felt heavy, my mind even heavier. The silence in the apartment was almost comforting now, no expectations, no need to pretend I was okay.But the memories wouldn’t leave me alone.I kept thinking about when it all changed. When “Uncle Alex” stopped being just the safe, steady man from my childhood and became something else. Something deeper. Something that scared me as much as it pulled me in.One of my earliest memories of him was from when I was seven.It was a stormy night at the family beach house. Thunder had me hiding under the dining table with my stuffed rabbit, terrified. Mom tried to coax me out, Dad was on a work call, but it was Alex wh

Robert Harper sat alone in his study, the house quiet around him. The evening light had faded into deep shadows, but he hadn’t bothered turning on the lamp. The only illumination came from the small desk lamp, casting a lonely circle of light on the old family photo he held in his hands.In the picture, Bella was maybe ten years old, grinning widely with a missing front tooth, perched on Alex’s shoulders during one of their beach trips. Alex was laughing, one hand steadying her leg, the other giving a thumbs-up to the camera. Robert stood beside them, arm around his wife, all of them looking like the perfect, unbreakable unit.He had looked at this photo a thousand times over the years. It used to fill him with warmth. Now it felt like a knife in his chest.He had cut ties with two of the most important people in his life.His daughter.His best friend.The pain of it still hadn’t dulled. If anything, it had grown sharper with every passing day.Bella, his bright, ambitious, beautifu

BellaI was curled up on the couch in my quiet apartment, a soft blanket draped over my legs, trying to lose myself in a light romance novel. The story was sweet two people finding love despite the odds but my mind kept drifting. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions: the confrontation with my father, the silence from Alex, the growing reality of the baby inside me. I was trying to rest, to take care of myself and the little life I was carrying, but the loneliness and uncertainty made it hard to focus.My phone rang on the coffee table.I glanced at the screen. Alex’s name flashed up.My heart skipped a beat. Part of me wanted to decline the call immediately. I had told him I needed space, that I couldn’t keep letting him in only to have him pull away. But another part the part that still loved him deeply hesitated.I took a deep breath and answered.“Hello?”There was a pause. Then a small, hesitant voice came through.“Bella? It’s Emily.”I sat up straight, shock rip