My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 135 Broken Paradise

Evelyn

My body seized at his words, a vice gripping my throat, my chest tightening as my heart pounded against my ribcage, threatening to burst forth. How was I supposed to react to this misunderstanding? The logical choice screamed for clarity, for truth to sever through the fog of confusion enveloping us. But inexplicably, I found myself mute, incapable of articulating even a single syllable. I stood there, stunned and speechless.

Tellig him the truth would the best option but why couldn't I speak? What was wrong with me?

A chilling fear slithered up my skin.

Was he serious? He couldn't be.

God, what was I supposed to do?

"Jacob, what are you talking about? Please, listen to me "I managed to let out as I ventured closer, reaching for his hand, but he jerked away, putting distance between us before finally facing me. It hurt how he recolied as if my touch disgusted him.

This Jacob infront of me...he didn't even look like the tiniest bit of the Jacob I knew.

"I meant what I said, Evelyn. Pack your bags-you're returning to America. Today."

No...

"Jacob, listen to me. What I did I had my reasons," I stuttered, mustering the strength to speak louder. "Let me explain, if you'll just let me speak!"

"What's left to say, Evelyn?" His voice rose, bordering on a shout, his fists clenched and eyes ablaze with anger. "Do you even comprehend how it felt to receive that text from that bastard, informing me that you were headed to him?! To fucking sleep with him?! Do you have any idea how it tore me apart not to trust his words, only to return home and find you gone?! I didn't trust him, Evelyn-I didn't fucking trust him!" He closed the gap between us, gripping my arms with painful intensity, shaking me as his nails dug into my skin, oblivious to the whimper that slipped past my lips in pain-he didn't ever hear it. "But I was wrong, and I found you there, in his mansion, in his fucking room, with him all over you! I was proved wrong that you wouldn't do that when you actually fucking did!"

tears welling in my eyes. "It's not what you think. I

dare fucking lie to me, Evelyn," his voice sliced through the air like a blade, charged with raw emotion however feeling like nothing but venom, "You're only worsening the situation. You were fucking there, thinking your boyfriend is worthless who can't get things right and the only way for you to return to that little paradise you are used to is to take things in your hands, get everything back, by simply spending a night with Tyler Ricci. That didn't seem like a big issue for you since you were doing it behind my

Please let me speak....

Please.

to me. I am not

young and beautiful. Men would line up at your feet with just a snap of your fingers," he

pleaded desperately, but he wouldn't even give me a chance to explain. His words cut deep, each one a painful blow-I didn't know how much more I could endure, how long I could stay. Leaving him was the last thing

now," he chuckled bitterly. "You just proved my fears right. You can't live without the luxuries you're used to... You don't need this version of me, do you? The version where you only see failure, where you see me as a failure. You liked the confident man, the one with

Damn his words...

them so carefully as if they were just meant to hurt me. They were

a surgeon wielding a scalpel, each one honed to inflict maximum pain and

really think

stacked in your bank account-I didn't fucking need any of it because I already had everything I needed in my life! I dated you because I fucking love you! I dated you because you were the first

the better version of me!" he shouted

losing control. "I've been trying so fucking hard to hold us together, but you and

thing. I shielded you from everything like a man should, I did my best, tried my best gave my best, and yet, it wasn't enough for you. The easy way out, that's all you wanted-sex isn't that hard, is it?" He uttered the words with such callous indifference that they sliced through me like sharpened daggers, ripping through my heart, lungs, and every fiber of my being in mere seconds. The pain was excruciating, leaving me feeling as though I teetered on the edge of oblivion. It was a relentless agony, one that cut so deep it seemed to eviscerate my very soul. And the most unbearable part? The realization that he likely didn't

another word, I raised my hand and slapped him across the cheek. His head snapped to the side with the impact, his breathing ragged. Moments passed, his fists clenched at his sides, before

of it!" I spat, my words dripping with bitterness. "You crossed a

seemingly unfazed. "Before you point fingers, take a good look at what you

of it.

another word, I