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 despised

my desperation, weakness-all of it combined to drive her

For fuck's sake! She's barely twenty, Jacob! You can't expect her to be as mature as a woman in her thirties! Yet she tried, she tried so hard to be 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

look at myself the same

Evelyn-the one person I wanted to

the couch, shoulders sagging, hands

for me, and in a fit of rage and insecurity,

have fucking

my cheek before I buried my face in my hands, elbows resting on my knees. "What do I do now? Have I truly lost her?" I lifted my gaze to hers, desperation evident in

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 ruins everything. What exactly do you think you can do now? Now that you realize everything she did was for you-she went through all that trouble just to keep you out of jail, and yet here you are, with nothing! And in case

was the one beacon of light in my life amidst the chaos, and I had pushed her away, destroyed that light until it turned to ashes-leaving her wary of trusting anyone else, fearing the

even mend what I

I steeled my resolve. "I can't live without 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 for the

my tracks. "The flight's already departed. There's no point

words hit me like a freight train,

I couldn't lose her...

even as the urge to go after her surged within me, I couldn't deny the crippling fear that gripped me. How could I face her? How could I ask for forgiveness when my words were unforgivable? "What do I do, Bianca?" I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I can't lose her...

wavering as she guided me to the sofa. "You're thirty-four," she chided lightly, wiping away my tears.

"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 breathe

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