My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 134

Evelyn

I watched as Jacob’s fist collided with Tyler’s face, sending him crashing to the floor. The resounding thud and the sickening crack of the punch reverberated through the room, making me shiver. My eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping my lips as I struggled to comprehend the unfolding scene. Reality hit me hard; I knew I had messed up, big time.

In mere moments, before Tyler could even recover, Jacob seized his collar, hauling him to his feet, and unleashed a barrage of harsh blows. Relentlessly. Surprisingly, Tyler didn’t attempt to evade the onslaught. Amidst the flurry of punches, a chuckle escaped his lips. "You're getting yourself into trouble, Mr. Adriano. You'll have to pay for this, in worse ways." His tone said that he meant it and as far as I had gotten to know Tyler—he sure wasn’t going back away from his words. Not now. Not anytime soon.

"Do I seem scared to you?" Jacob chuckled darkly, landing yet another blow. Blood gushed from Tyler's nose, staining Jacob's knuckles. A gash formed beside Tyler's lips, threatening to worsen with each merciless strike.

God! Jacob might end up killing him. Who knows!

No, this couldn't happen.

I couldn’t let it.

I rushed towards Jacob, my heart pounding in my chest. "Jacob, please stop," I pleaded, grasping his arms, but he shook me off.

"Stay the hell out of this, Evelyn," he spat, his eyes shooting daggers at me. He was beyond furious.

"Jacob, he's going to die! What the hell are you doing?"

"That's none of your damn business. If this bastard dies by my hand—stay out of it!" Jacob growled, shoving Tyler against the wall and delivering another punishing blow.

Panic seized me as I frantically tried to intervene. If Jacob seriously injured Tyler, he could end up in jail, and I knew Tyler would do anything to ensure that happened. I couldn’t let that fucking happen.

"You could end up in jail, Jacob. Do you want fucking that?" I pleaded, tugging at him forcefully. "This is insane. Stop it, now!"

His jaw clenched, and his fiery gaze bore into me, sending a shiver down my spine. I had never seen him so enraged. Yes, I had witnessed his anger before but never directed at me in this way. The way he looked at me, it was as if he was repulsed by the sight of me as if he wanted nothing more than to look away.

Finally, he released Tyler's collar, allowing him to collapse to the ground once again. Tyler groaned, coughing as Jacob turned his furious gaze on me. "You know what's insane, Evelyn? You claim that you fucking trust me, that we can rebuild everything from scratch and promise the world, only to show up here at this bastard's mansion to sleep with him—choosing the easy way out."

Easy way out?

"W-what do you mean?" I stammered, taken aback by his accusation. Did he really think sleeping with Tyler was an easy option for me?

"You know exactly what I mean," he spat, advancing towards me. Surprisingly, I found myself stepping back, his intensity unnerving. "What did you promise, huh? You swore we'd face everything together, weather every storm side by side. And then what did you do? You walked into this bastard's den to sleep with him? Did you think I'd be pleased to have you back after selling yourself to another man? Do I seem like a coward to you? What made you think I'd ever fucking accept something, whether it's my company being taken from me or something I didn't earn, in exchange for you selling your body to another man? What’s fucking wrong with you?”

"Jacob…" I whispered, his words piercing through me.

"Don't even say my name, Evelyn," he growled, devoid of any warmth. "You lost that right the moment you walked into this mansion with such intentions. You know what, Evelyn? You're the first woman who made me believe in myself that I was enough, and you're also the only one who's made me feel utterly worthless like none ever has."

"Jacob, please…I beg you," I pleaded, tears welling up as I grasped his hands. "Let's go home—I'll tell you everything. Just give me one last chance."

He stayed silent for a few tense moments, while Tyler dragged himself to the bar, ignoring his injuries and pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

"Fine," Jacob finally conceded after a few more agonizing moments that seemed to stretch on forever. "Let's go home. For one last time."

He grabbed my wrist and before I could fully process his last words, he turned to Tyler, his gaze burning with intensity. "You better pray you're dead, Tyler. Because even if I end up behind bars, the day I'm out—I'll make sure you regret every breath you take."

As the apartment door closed behind us, the weight of the silence pressed down on us both. My throat felt tight, my heart racing in my chest, and my hands clammy. I had never witnessed Jacob's rage before, and now that I was seeing it, it was terrifying—a side of him I was completely unprepared for.

"Jacob…" I finally summoned the courage to speak, his back turned to me as he stood a few feet away, gazing out at the balcony. The soft breeze drifted in, but it did nothing to ease the tension in the room. If anything it did was to make the cold within me, cover my insides, coil like a viper ready to attack.

And then, his voice cut through the silence.

"You wanted to come home, I brought you home. But it's time for you to return to your real home, Evelyn. Pack your bags."