The Paris Fiancé || Santos & Guichon

30.

"NEYMAR DA SILVA SANTOS JUNIOR!" Izabela threw their front door open and walked inside inside of the mansion.

She threw her purse down on the ground and kicked off her shoes. Poker, Truco, and Flush all came running over. She leaned down and quickly pet them. Her heart was pounding as adrenaline pumped rapidly through her veins. Izabela could feel her entire face flushed red with anger.

Iza ran through the house looking for Neymar but couldn't find him. She looked outside and saw him lounging with his legs and feet in the pool with Amaury, Gil, and Jo. The four men were sitting around having a laugh while drinking beers. She clenched her fist and ran down the stairs. Iza threw the back door open.

"Oi, meu amor-"

"SAVE IT!" Izabela yelled at Neymar as she stomped over.

"Woah, acalme-se," Jo held his hands up as she shot him a venomous glare.

"Yeah, calm down and have a beer," Gil held out a bottle.

"Leave us alone. I have much to discuss with my loving fiancé," Izabela spat the last couple of words, "NOW."

"Yup," Gil stood up and grabbed his shoes.

"We'll be going," Jo hurried inside with Gil while Amaury took off towards the guest house.

"Izabela, what's wrong?" Neymar got out of the pool and picked up a towel.

"What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG?! REALLY?! I can't even fucking believe you!" She yelled as he sat down on a sun lounger.

"What are you talking about, princesa?"

"Don't 'princesa' me, Neymar. Not when you were cheating on me."

"Izabela, I haven't ch-"

"LIAR!" She yelled and shoved her phone in his face.

"What is this?" Neymar took the phone and then scoffed, "minha princesa, this is from a gossip page. Why are you believing this?"

"Because I asked Oscar, and he said that you disappeared for a few hours while in Dubai one night. He said they couldn't find you! Neymar, I can't believe this! How could you?!"

"It was one kiss, I'm sorry amor. I was just missing you so much."

Izabela scoffed and snatched her phone back, "one kiss with three women, and that is the stupidest excuse I've heard in my entire life. Neymar, I can't do this."

"Izabela, what?" Neymar stood up and hurried over to where she was standing. He gently tried to cup her face.

"Não. Stop, Neymar," she pushed his hands away, "this isn't the first time that you've cheated on me. You've broken my heart before. I really thought you were past that. But then you walked out of choosing our cake to be with Gil and Jo. You were playing poker with Bruna when we were supposed to do the final walk through of our reception space. You couldn't put your phone down during our last visit to the church before we get married. And now you've cheated on me THREE times during your bachelor party."

"Iz-" he grabbed her hand.

Izabela slapped his hand away, "I'm not done! Neymar, I love you. I really do, but ever since I've gotten to Paris, I feel like you've been making a fool out of me. I love you so much, but you're hurting me."

"I'm sorry. I would never intentionally hurt you!" Neymar said, the panic in his voice obvious.

"You say that, but then you keep doing things to hurt me! You apologise and then go and hurt me again and again," Izabela finally broke down in tears, "Neymar, no number of Cartier jewellery or cars can fix all the hurt."