My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 137 Win Her Back

Jacob

I watched, frozen, as Bianca handed me the small camera supposedly belonging to Evelyn during her visit with Tyler. My breath caught in my throat, my hands trembling because of the exhaustion from a night spent searching for her and the weight of my own mistakes settling heavily upon me. Disbelief washed over me as I stared at the camera.

She did this for me... Sacrificed for me.

God! What the fuck have I done?

"Why didn't you fucking tell me she was with you?" I blurted out, my voice thick with frustration. I barely had any control over myself. "I could have gone there and brought her back home! How could you just let her leave like that?!"

"The same home you made clear wasn't hers anymore?" Bianca shot back, her anger searing. "You fucking forced her to go away! She didn't even want to lay eyes on you-just because you're my brother doesn't give you a free pass to make her suffer, to force her to stay when she wants to leave. Any woman in her right mind would do the same after everything you put her through! You screwed up, uttered terrible things to her, and hurt her beyond you can ever fucking imagine. She did the right thing by leaving you after everything you did!"

Bianca's fury washed over me, but it was the crushing realization that Evelyn was now on a plane, poised to leave, that truly stung. I hurt her... irreparably. With my fucking words, my actions, and the mess I've made of everything-I've destroyed her, all while knowing the pain it would cause.

How could I be so blind?

I stared at the hidden camera, my vision blurring with unshed tears.

She went to Tyler's house to help me, and I repaid her love for me with all those words full of cruelty...

I fucking

fears and insecurities, my desperation, weakness-all of it combined to drive her away. I pushed her so far that now, I had

everything you needed even as she needed care herself, and you treated her with such recklessness-you shattered her, you bastard!" Bianca's voice cracked with frustration and anger. "She refuses to even look at you. She said she'd end up hating you if she did-you pushed her to that point! If only you'd seen her eyes when she said that-you'd have

won't be able to look at

Evelyn. My Evelyn-the one person I wanted to

the couch, shoulders sagging, hands trembling

it all for me, and in a fit

have fucking

lost her?" I lifted

palpable. "You let your anger consume you, and in the process, you destroyed what you two had have warned you from the very start to choose your words carefully, Jacob-I have been telling you the same thing forever but you and your goddamn anger

failing me. It felt like my entire world had crumbled. Evelyn's absence weighed heavily on my heart, leaving me feeling hollow-utterly alone. She was the one beacon of light in my life amidst the chaos, and I

I even mend what

her, Bianca. I have to win her back," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I can't go on like this. I need her back-" Without another thought, I rose from the couch and headed

my wrist, halting me in my tracks. "The flight's already departed. There's no point in going

a freight train, my chest constricting

I couldn't lose her...

I face her? How could I ask for forgiveness

to the sofa. "You're thirty-four," she chided lightly, wiping away my tears. "Don't

I admitted in a hoarse whisper. "I don't know how to make it right-she shouldn't forgive me, and yet... I can't imagine living without her. I can't even

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