All Chapters of My dad's bestfriend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sofia approached the crowd near the pool, her heart pounding so hard she felt like everyone could hear it. The music blared loudly, bodies danced, laughed, drank. The air was hot, thick with alcohol, perfume, and chlorine. Ellie was in the middle, clearly, obviously drunk. He held a half-empty glass, eyes bright and blurry, smile too wide, movements disordered. He danced badly too hard, too close to people as if he wanted to lose himself in the noise and alcohol to forget what he'd seen the night before.She saw him before he saw her. She moved closer, determined, palms damp, throat tight. She had to get him out of there before he did something irreparable.Ellie turned his head. His gaze landed on her. The smile vanished at once. His face closed, and a cold anger, mixed with pain, appeared in his clouded eyes."What are you doing here?" he shouted, his voice too loud to be natural. "I don't get it… I told you I don't want to see you. Out of my sight. Get lost. Now."Sofia stepped clo

Sofia stood still for a moment, petrified in the middle of the living room, Pedro's gaze still fixed on her. That gaze was heavy, worried, almost accusing. She felt the pressure rising in her chest like a wave ready to swallow her. She had lied, she had hidden things, and now she could no longer back down. The words were there, stuck in her throat, but she knew she had to let them out. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and launched in."You're right… something happened."Pedro straightened slightly, eyebrows furrowed, body taut as a spring. His voice was low, pressing, almost an order."Then tell me, for God's sake."Sofia lowered her eyes for a moment, staring at the cold tile under her feet. She felt her heart beating too fast, her fingers trembling. She looked up, her voice trembling but determined not to evade."He… he told me he has feelings for me. And I told him that…"Pedro didn't let her finish. He ran both hands through his hair in a brusque gesture a ges

Sofia was elsewhere. Completely elsewhere, floating in a thick, cottony fog where the sounds and smells of the real world reached her muffled. She stood in the kitchen beside her father, hands busy cutting vegetables, but her mind wandered far from the cutting board and the sharp knives. Her movements were mechanical, almost robotic. Yet her eyes stayed fixed, lost in the void, riveted on a grain of wood on the counter she didn't even see.Pedro had left. He had left the house without a word, without a gesture, without even a glance over his shoulder, and that silence weighed on her like a boulder. He hadn't answered any of her messages. She had reread them dozens of times those little blue texts she'd sent him with growing frenzy: "Where are you?", "We need to talk,", "Please, call me back," and later, in a surge of desperation, "I'm begging you, Pedro, answer me." Nothing. The implacable silence of the phone, that absence of response eating at her from the inside. It was the same wi

"What did I expect, coming from you, Sofia." He shook his head, a bitter, disillusioned sneer floating on his lips. "You swore to me. You swore to me, Sofia, that it was over, that it would never happen again." His voice rose a notch, charged with powerless rage. "You've been lying to me from the start." He turned his gaze toward his father, and his voice grew even colder, sharper. "And you, Dad. You… You're no better than garbage, both of you. You disgust me."The silence that followed was deafening, heavier than a tomb. Sofia opened her mouth, lips trembling, but no sound came out. She desperately searched for a sentence, an explanation, a lie, but words failed her. Pedro, face livid, eyes bulging, remained petrified, unable to move, his hand still suspended in the void where Sofia's waist had been a second earlier.Pedro and Sofia burst out of the bedroom like trapped wild animals, their hearts pounding so hard against their ribs they nearly lost their hearing. The hallway air sudd

The silence that followed Sofia's confession was heavier than all the screams in the world. It weighed on everyone's shoulders, crushing them, reducing them to statues of salt in a house that had just turned into a field of ruins. Sofia, still in tears, cheeks streaked with shining trails, face decomposed by a shame so violent it had become physical, made a desperate gesture toward Pedro. Her hand trembled, her fingers opened and closed in the void, as if she were trying to catch something impalpable a second chance, a word not yet spoken. She was trying to signal him not to answer, not to inflame the gaping wound further, to stay silent, to take it, to wait for the storm to pass. But Pedro was no longer answering. He had ceased to exist as a free man the instant his daughter's words had crossed the air like poisoned arrows. He accepted. Every insult, every silent reproach emanating from Javier's gaze struck him harder than fists, deeper than knives. He remained standing, but barely s