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!"

please, just listen," I pleaded, tears welling in my eyes. "It's not what you think. I didn't go there to be with

your hands, get everything back, by simply spending a night with Tyler Ricci. That didn't seem

Please let me speak....

Please.

to me. I am not

a snap of your fingers," he sneered, his crease forming

to trust me-The reason is different," I 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 I wanted, but I prayed he

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 his life put together. Now that I'm falling apart, you choose the easy way out.

Damn his words...

to hurt me. They were calculated, chosen

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

really think of

My voice quivered, emotions boiling over. "I didn't fucking date you because you were some rich businessman, or had paparazzi trailing you everywhere, or had millions 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

the better version

things-it's all twisted!" I screamed, finally losing control. "I've been trying so fucking hard to hold us together,

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 give a damn about the wreckage he'd caused-he probably fucking wanted it to hurt. "You could have your fun and go back home, pretending like nothing happened. That was your plan, wasn't

and without 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

I spat, my words dripping with bitterness. "You crossed a line,

Ricci's house meant nothing," he chuckled humorlessly, seemingly unfazed. "Before you point fingers, take a

you don't deserve any of it. You're sick, twisted, rotten to the core-thank you for showing me this side of you, or else I'd never have known what kind of monster I

word,