My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 135

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!”

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

"Don't you dare fucking lie to me, Evelyn," his voice sliced through the air like a blade, charged with raw emotion however feeling like nothing but venom, “You're only worsening the situation. You were fucking there, thinking your boyfriend is worthless who can’t get things right and the only way for you to return to that little paradise you are used to is to take things in your hands, get everything back, by simply spending a night with Tyler Ricci. That didn’t seem like a big issue for you since you were doing it behind my back, did it? If I wasn't worth fighting for, why did you love me, Evelyn? If I meant so little, why love me at all, Evelyn? Was it love, or just a fleeting whim?" he shouted making me flinch.

Please let me speak.…

Please.

"Listen to me. I am not lying, I am—"

"After all, you're young and beautiful. Men would line up at your feet with just a snap of your fingers," he sneered, his crease forming between his brows, his breaths ragged. "Why struggle for a man like me, huh?"

"It's not like that... Trust me, Jacob. You have 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 wouldn't push me to that point.

"I can't trust you. That's the only thing I can't do right 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. Thinking it's easier to sleep with someone than to work through the struggle.”

Damn his words…