Secret Mission Turned Out to Be Fathering My Bestie’s Baby Chapter 06

Secret Mission Turned Out to Be Fathering My Bestie’s Baby Chapter 06

As Jessica had said, their first time was a drunken mistake.

But Nathan hadn’t been too drunk to know who she was.

Alcohol just amplified what was already there and dulled his conscience.

He loved Emma deeply. But he’d also developed feelings for Jessica.

Just once, he told himself.

But cheating isn’t a one-time act. It’s a pattern.

He gave in, little by little. Fell deeper, step by step. Jessica was new, exciting.

She gave him something Emma never could-passion that didn’t ask for permission.

He didn’t know how to face Emma, so he kept extending the classified assignment.

Then Jessica got pregnant.

Everyone wanted the baby-including Emma.

He didn’t dare imagine what would happen if Emma found out.

But he also couldn’t bring himself to be cruel to Jessica.

So he buried his head in the sand, one bad decision after another.

But why did fate have to punish him like this?

Emma could hate him. Divorce him. Seek revenge. He’d take it.

But she couldn’t die.

He called everyone who might know where she was. All came up empty-no answer, no contact.

He filed a missing person report. The police said they couldn’t open a full investigation yet-she’d left

voluntarily, and there was no evidence of foul play.

When he told Patricia, her reaction stunned him.

“She’s lying. How can you still believe her?”

“If she really has cancer, let her rot. I don’t have a daughter anymore.”

Nathan felt helpless.

“Emma isn’t like that.”

The words left his mouth, and he stopped.

Emma wasn’t a liar, but hadn’t he been so sure she was lying about Jessica?

Something felt off. But he didn’t have the energy to dig deeper.

Right now, it didn’t matter who she was or whether she’d lied. He just needed to know she was okay.

But he was stretched too thin.

Jessica spiraled after learning about Emma’s illness and disappearance. She blamed herself, refused to eat,

tried to hurt herself several times.

She even tried to hurt the baby.

“It’s all because of him! If he hadn’t been born, Emma wouldn’t have found out. She wouldn’t have vanished.”

Then the guilt would swing back, and she’d self-harm again.

Weeks passed. No word from Emma. Her condition was likely getting worse.

If she’d given up treatment, things could be moving fast.

They were all indirectly killing her.

Nathan was exhausted, mentally frayed, pushed to the absolute limit.

Sometimes he even wished they could all just die together.

Every time his stomach hurt, he thought of Emma. She was in so much more pain.

He started to crave that pain. It was the only connection he had left to her.