My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Seal It With A Kiss

Evelyn

"Fucking bastard," I muttered into the pillow, unable to suppress my sobs any longer. They had been building up over the past few hours, and now they flowed freely. No matter what I did they wouldn't stop.

That Italian piece of shit regarded me as nothing more than a disposable toy, someone he could use at his convenience. When he decided it was no longer suitable or fit his so-called sudden morals, he concocted twisted games to cast me aside. Did he see himself as a deity? Or maybe Jesus Christ? The only one responsible for making things right?

Who gave him the right to define what was right? Certainly not me. I never once implied it, yet this sick motherfucker chose to play god.

If he fucking knew it was wrong, why did he fucking took it so far? If he really had to play god, why didn't he play it sooner and spare me from the heartache?!

I held no expectations for my mother; that much I could admit. Her actions hurt, but Jacob... How could he? How could he just change his mind after a simple lecture from someone? Was he that easily influenced? He was not a five-year-old kid to be influenced!

What was going on inside his head anyway?

Not only did he deceive me, but he also fucking shattered me.

That despicable bastard... I would never forgive him. Never.

The fact that one conversation could cause him to abandon all the promises and dreams he shared with me made it clear that he never truly loved me.

"That bastard never fucking loved me," I cried out, curling into a ball on the bed and hugging myself, "Coward! A bloody coward!"

To be honest I was the bigger idiot here. So fucking naive and foolish.

Why did I risk falling in love with a man like him? A man so far out of reach and so sinful to even look at. I should have realised from the beginning that it would lead to disaster. But fuck me! I was reckless, I willingly jumped into the abyss and dove deep, all the way knowing that climbing up to the surface would be harder than ever. Simply impossible.

Hell! I knew the dangers that lurked there. His sinful green eyes and a face too perfect to be real should have been warning signs. They should have been enough to alert me that he was a red flag, a ticking time bomb. Yet, I still dove headfirst into the chaos.

My desires clouded my judgment. They stripped me of my senses and left me broken. And now, here I stood, losing everything I had held onto.

I sobbed, speaking to myself, as there was no one else I felt comfortable sharing my vulnerability with. I hated

I now found myself questioning if all those times he had spent with me, the kisses, the times he held me in his arms, the moments when he wiped my tears and filled me with joy, those nights he made love

are so fucking

hate you," I cried, sitting up and wiping my tears away. My gaze shifted to the portrait of him that still adorned my

'mistake' over it wasn't

destroy it. Yes, I should

as I was about to pierce his eye with the scissors, a knock on the door

is it?" I inquired, my frustration boiling

not know how I was supposed to live without him. I wondered if he had any inkling of the pain he'd caused

played me. They made me look like a fool when I was silently dying

voice of my tormentor

This jerk...

away from here!" I shouted from within my room, my legs instinctively carrying

can we please talk for a while?" The audacity of this man to sound so calm and collected

I laughed bitterly-he had

"Now you

to 'talk' when you decided to break my fucking heart, heed

of a

lied to my face, hurling those cruel words and insults at me without hesitation, calling me a distraction in ten different ways.

again, hold you in my arms," his voice cracked, "Can you please let me in and

my anger dissipated in a matter of a single second, though

to be close again when he was the one who got away? Why should I be the one to forgive his mistakes, knowing full well that

told me not to open the

open the door. This is the

chosen to leave, so he should stay

he spoke again, his voice coaxing my inflamed heart, "I know I've made a mistake, but

No, I shouldn't...

motion, and I found myself grabbing the doorknob and opening the door. His face came into view, instantly erasing every thought in my mind. This was one of the many times when I

Before he could say more, I grabbed his wrist and with a swift motion, I threw him onto

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