My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 134 Time For You To Leave

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."

"Please, just listen to me, once-"

"Hey, lovebirds," Tyler's amused

voice interrupted, breaking the

tension. "I'd rather you continue this sweet quarrel at your own place. I'm tired of this shit already." He wiped the blood from his nose and touched his lips, emitting a hiss, however, his smirk remained evident. "Besides, my evening is already ruined. Evelyn, you're welcome to come back anytime. You seem to be the only one with sense between the two of you. Your boyfriend here prefers to act on his emotions. He seems to forget that business shouldn't involve feelings, which is probably why it was so easy to take everything from him." His laughter filled the room, a bitter sound.

"You" Jacob lunged forward, but I grabbed his hands, pleading with my eyes.

"Please, let's just go home and talk about this," I begged, tears welling in my eyes. "Please."

It felt like everything was crumbling, like disaster was imminent. The feeling that tells you that within a matter of few seconds, you'd lose everything....gripped me.

The knot in my chest tightened, making it hard to breathe.

"Do you even think that's a home anymore?" Jacob's voice was low, devoid of any humor. "It's not a home, Evelyn. I can't even look at you the same way anymore. The sight of you...it's not the same." His words cut deep, leaving nothing but pain in their wake.

If only he knew how much his words were hurting me.

"Well, you're not the same man anymore, are you?" Tyler chuckled, interrupting with his unwelcome commentary, "Homeless, jobless, penniless- worthless, in one simple word. How could 'home' remain 'home' when your circumstances forced your home to come here to me? You should be ashamed of yourself-even your woman doesn't trust you."

"Shut the fuck up, Tyler!" I snapped, my anger boiling over as I shot him a fierce glare. "Don't you fucking dare utter another word."

I saw Jacob's hands clenching at his

sides, his knuckles turning white,

and the nails of his thumbs digging into his skin. His clenched jaw, bulging veins, and labored breathing all signaled one thing-he was on the brink of losing control. And him losing control again wouldn't make anything better for any of us; we were all trapped in a situation that was tearing our lives apart.

"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."

With that, he ushered me out of the

room and soon out of the mansion. He opened the car door, pushing me inside before taking the driver's seat. The entire ride home was silent; every attempt I made to speak was met with silence from Jacob. When we arrived at the apartment building, hepulled me to the elevator, his movements rough and careless-a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. This was the first time heText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

was treating me like this and it hurt...

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."