My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 129 Evermore

Evelyn

My feet seemed to resist every step toward Jacob's apartment. Every fiber of my being yearned to distance myself from him. Yet, I knew I had to go back. Despite the turmoil that life and Tyler had thrown our way, I understood Jacob's desperation to find a solution.

Even though I wanted to blame him entirely for kissing Chloe, I couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the apartment door and stepped inside. Jacob was pacing back and forth, his face damp, likely from splashing water on it-judging by the open tap at the sink. His movements were frantic as he continuously called, presumably for me.

Well...My phone died halfway here. I'd received numerous calls from him during the taxi ride, but I couldn't bring myself to answer.

"God, Evelyn. Please pick up," he pleaded, his restlessness palpable.

Just as he turned, perhaps to leave the apartment in search of me—something he likely did multiple times judging by his disheveled appearance our eyes met.

His eyes widened in surprise, but a moment later, his shoulders sagged in relief.

"Baby..." he began to approach me, but I raised my hand and delivered a tight slap across his face as if it had been itching to do so, just when he tried to hug me.

Finally...peace

His head turned from the force of the blow, reopening the small cut I had given him at the hotel while catching him with Chloe. After a moment, he looked at me, "Yes, I deserved it. But can we please=" Before he could say anything more, I landed another slap across his face.

my gaze piercing into his eyes. "You fucking kissed her! Do

"That kiss...please, trust me, it didn't mean anything. I know

you fucking screwed up, again. Just like you did in America," I spat. "Just tell me one thing, Jacob. Just one thing, and I'm willing to forget it all, okay? Just tell me... when will you fucking stop letting

in his eyes.

my back to meet that bitch, and kissed her! I can forgive all your mistakes, Jacob, except when it's another woman!" Tears streamed down my cheeks, the emotional turmoil overwhelming me. And those moments kept

cupped my face, drawing me closer, his fingers

held me firmly, pulling me down to

sorry..." he whispered, repeating the words continuously as his hand continued to

I cried, my voice barely more than a whimper.

sorry-I know it's the worst thing I could have done. I'm sorry, and it'll never happen again," he

sorry doesn't fix

did it. I might never be able to forget it. Forgiving often creates a wall that never goes

eyes teary as he let out a trembling sigh. "I don't know how to fix this, Evie. I... don't know. And it's tearing me apart to even think about what I've done. But trust me, that

called

she

I agreed to kiss her. And it happened because of that-not a single

twisting my heart.

God...

wasn't lying. His eyes had never lied, and just like every other time, today too, his eyes told

truth?" I found myself asking.