The Paris Fiancé || Santos & Guichon

30.

"I can fix this. Tell me what I need to do," fear and panic were flashing in his eyes.

"You can't fix this, Neymar. Your words say one thing, and your actions say another. I can't do this anymore," she sobbed as she slipped her engagement ring off.

"No," he whispered as tears streamed down his cheeks, "Izabela, I can't imagine my life without you by my side. I love you so much. Please, please give me one more chance. I'll be the perfect husband."

"I wish I believed you," she murmured, "but my trust and faith in you are completely broken."

"Izabela, no," he grabbed her hand and fell on to his knees, "I need you. Please don't leave me."

"I have to," she cried.

He hugged her thighs and pressed his forehead against her stomach, "you don't. Please stay with me. I'm so sorry. You're everything I want and need and more. I'm sorry for not being what you need and expect. Let me try again. Just one more chance, please please please. That's all I need."

"Neymar, this was your one more chance," Izabela cried covering her face with her hands.

"I can't imagine my life without you. Without your hands. Without your face. Without your support. Without you. Without your support. Without your kind and perfect heart," Neymar stood up.

He grabbed her hand and pressed his forehead to hers. Izabela squeezed her eyes shut as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Neymar was sobbing as he gently cupped her cheek with his other hand.

"I love you. I need you. Please, Izabela. You're my everything. Don't leave. I'll be perfect for you. Just don't leave me, por favor."

"I have to. I can't stay because you keep breaking my heart. I'm completely shattered. I moved around the world for you. And since I've been here, you've hurt me and made me look like a fool. I can't go on like this. I wish you the best, Neymar. I really do. I love you, but I can't be with you anymore," she hesitantly put her hand on his cheek.

"Iza, no."

"I'm going to stay in the hotel where Os and Ludy, and the rest of my family are. I'll come back for my things later," she pulled away.

"Izabela, please one more chance. Let me show you what you mean to me," he grabbed her hand and pulled it into his chest, "this heart beats for you and only you."

"I can't keep giving you chances, Neymar. This was your third chance! I have to go. I have to let you go," she pressed her engagement ring into his hand.

Neymar opened his hand and let out a choked sob. He fell to his knees and covered his face his hands. She turned away and hurried back to mansion. Izabela ran to the front door sobbing. She grabbed her purse and pulled her shoes on. She also grabbed her dance bag before hurrying outside.

Iza collapsed on the front porch and hugged her knees to her chest. She sobbed into her hands. Everything was crashing down around her, and she didn't know what to do. She stood up and slowly walked down the driveway while wiping her eyes.

"Izabela!"

She looked over her shoulder and saw Gil hurrying after her. She stopped for a minute as he caught up to her. Gil quickly wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed him off.

"Did you know?! About him cheating in Dubai?"

"I had a hunch it might have happened," he admitted and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" She hit her hand against his chest, "I thought you were my friend too!"

"I am! But I didn't want to make a big deal out of something that may or may not have happened. I'm sorry. I know things have been a little rocky, and I didn't want to make it worse."

"I'd have rather heard your hunch. Instead, I was forced to find out about his cheating from a fucking footballer gossip page! WHILE I WAS AT MY FINAL DRESS FITTING!" Izabela yelled, "I can't believe this!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorr-"

"Save it. Please just leave me alone," she begged.

"Where are you going? Let me drive you."

"No. I'm getting an Uber."

"Izabela, I-"

"Gil. Just leave me the fuck alone. Go be with Neymar. Clearly your loyalties are to him and not me," Izabela pushed his chest and kept walking down the driveway.

She was grateful that he didn't follow her. She hurried out and away from their gated community. Izabela kept walking until she was at a gas station. She pulled out her phone and shakily called for an Uber. Fortunately, there was one close by. Izabela got in the car and continued to cry before she texted Oscar she was on the way to his hotel.

"Take care," her Uber driver gave her a small smile as she got out.

"Merci," she whispered and gave the driver some cash.

When Izabela walked in, she immediately saw Oscar. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and rushed over. She dropped her bags and threw herself into his arms.

"Oscar," she sobbed, "it's true. He cheated. He kissed three other women in Dubai."

"Irmãzinha," he held her close, "sinto muito, Izabela. You don't deserve this."

"I-I thought he was done with the cheating, but then," she broke off.

"Shhhhh. Don't talk, Izabela. Come on. We're all upstairs."

"Izabela."

She pulled away from Oscar and saw her mom standing there crying as well. She threw herself at her mom's feet and sobbed.

"Mamãe, why? Why would he do this again?"

"I don't know, Izabela. You don't deserve this. Come up stairs."

"Okay," she mumbled and stood up.

Oscar leaned down and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Suley grabbed her purse and dance bag and followed Oscar to the elevator.

"When we say we love you, baby sister, we truly mean it," he kissed her forehead.