My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 125 Mending Promises

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 outâ€"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'sâ€""

"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 rememberedâ€"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 stuntâ€"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.

Unexpectedly, he followed me, his desperation palpable.

"Baby, I didn't mean it," he implored, reaching for me once more. But I recoiled, tears now streaming down my cheeks.

"Stay the fuck away from me, Jacob. Don't even try," I warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You said we needed a break, and I heard you loud and clear. Now let me do what needs to be fucking done."

"You know I didn't mean it, Evie," he sighed, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. Please."

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as if trying to erase the chasm that had opened between us. His fingers brushed away the dress clutched in my hand, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my back against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his forehead resting against my shoulder.

God, Evelyn. Don't let his words affect you.

"Let me fucking go!" I tried to free myself from his grasp but he held me tighter.

I wanted to push him away, to scream and curse him, and simply tell him to fuck off, that was how mad I was at that moment but at the

same time I was ensnared in the

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labyrinth of emotionsâ€"helpless, hopelessly entangled in love. Instead ofresisting, I found myself turning in his embrace to meet his gaze.

Fuck me.

"Why do you do this to me every time?" My voice quivered, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. "What have I done wrong? Why do you always push me away? What's my fault in all of this?"

His expression softened as he cupped my face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry," he murmured, brushing away my tears with his thumbs, "I shouldn't have said that. I am so fucking sorry."

"It hurts when you do this, Jacob," I choked out a sob, attempting to pull away, but he held me fast, drawing me closer until our foreheads touched. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice heavy with regret.

"It's not okay, Jacob!" Another sob wracked my body. "Pushing me away every time things get toughâ€"it's not okay. We can't keep doing this to each other. One day, one of us will walk away for good."

"I know what I did was wrong," he

admitted, his tone filled with anguish. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it, Evelyn. I want you my side, especially now. But I want to give you the life you

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life where you'd have to constantly struggle. You are my queen and I want to treat you like one. But this…my state right now, it won't allow me to do so. I am going bankrupt, Evelyn."

"You're an idiot, Jacob," I said, cupping his face in my hands, and locking eyes with him. "I don't want a perfect life. I want you. Whether it's chaos or a fairy tale, I want you."

"Things are falling apart," he confessed, his voice low, "Our situation might not get any easier."

"It doesn't matter," I insisted. "What matters is that we face it together. You and me against the world. Trust meâ€"I will make it better."

"I trust you, Evelyn. I just fear losing you," he confessed, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Don't think about that," I urged, wiping his tears away. "We're in this together, no matter what."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I reassured him, a soft smile playing on my lips. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, then brushed his hair back. "I love you, you big baby."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.