My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 125

Evelyn

As his words crashed over me like a relentless wave, every fiber of my being throbbed with an avoidable pain. For a brief moment, I couldn't fucking fathom that Jacob had actually said it.

Did he really? Or was it just my mind playing cruel tricks on me?

No, there was no mistaking it—he had indeed uttered those heartless words. And worse yet, he did so without a hint of hesitation.

How could he?!

I approached him, my gaze empty, devoid of any emotion, any tears, my hands shaking, "What did you just say?"

He remained silent for a beat, avoiding my gaze, but I refused to give him an out—I wouldn't budge until I got the fucking answers I demanded. He was not going to get away with it.

"You heard me, Evelyn."

This piece of shit….

"So, say it again," I demanded, my voice rising. "Fucking say it again."

"Evelyn..." His hesitation was palpable.

"What?! What's stopping you from saying it again when you have already said it so easily the first time? What's wrong, huh?" Despite my fury, tears began to well in my eyes, a sensation I loathed. "Just say it!" I shoved him, backing him against the wall.

"Listen, it's—"

"Don't you dare try to dodge it after you've already said it, you heartless bastard! Say it again!" I shoved him once more, the force propelling him against the unforgiving surface.

"I said we should take a fucking break, Evelyn!" He blurted out finally, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

And in that instant, without a single shred of hesitation, I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across his cheek. The impact reverberated through the silent apartment, my hand stinging from the force of the blow. His head jerked to the side, a red welt forming at the corner of his lips.

I wished I could just fucking kill him.

"You're nothing but a heartless monster masquerading as love," I seethed, the bitterness coating each word. "You know what? You're the biggest mistake of my life. I should've never wasted my love on someone like you. I'm done."

I turned to leave, but his hand snaked out and clasped mine. "Evelyn, I'm sorry," he pleaded, the determination replaced by guilt in his eyes. For a moment, I wavered, almost succumbing to the sincerity in his gaze. But then I remembered—he'd crossed a line today that couldn't be uncrossed. Not just one line, he crossed every fucking line he shouldn’t have crossed.

Enough was enough. I was not going to stay with him, not anymore.

"I don't give a fuck about your apologies. This isn't the first time you've pulled this stunt—every time you hit rock bottom, you push me away. You do this. All the time. Every fucking time!" My words dripped with frustration. "So fine. If you want me gone, I'll go. I'm done with your indecision. Do whatever the fuck you want. I am not some shameless desperate bitch to stick around when you clearly don’t want me by your side.”

I yanked my hand free and stormed into the bedroom, grabbing my suitcase and flinging open the closet. With reckless abandon, I began shoving my clothes inside, the violence of my actions a reflection of the turmoil in my heart. I didn’t even want to see his fucking face.