He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 109

"A postpartum grudge is a debt paid in blood. You played a massive role in Yardley's absolute garbage behavior toward me during that critical time. So you just wait."

"All of you, just sit tight and wait to see exactly how Scarlett Langley destroys you!"

Talia pumped her fists in the air, echoing the threat with aggressive enthusiasm.

A second later, she dropped the tough-girl act, shrank her shoulders, and practically dragged Scarlett away from the gruesome scene.

"Scarlett, that was so badass! When you were dropping those threats, you looked like a literal superhero!"

Talia puffed out her chest, putting her hands on her hips as she eagerly mimicked Scarlett's icy expressions.

The heavy tension on Scarlett's face immediately broke, and she couldn't help but laugh. But the moment the muscles shifted, a searing pain shot across her cheeks.

Scarlett winced. "Talia, my face is on fire..."

Talia panicked all over again. "Go, go, go! We need a doctor, right now!"

Taking over a hundred full-force slaps to the face was no joke. When Scarlett walked into the doctor's office, even the physician was utterly stunned.

The doctor immediately applied heavy ice packs and prescribed the absolute best medical-grade ointment, giving strict instructions on how to apply it.

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Meanwhile, the Flynn family was in total meltdown.

Absolute chaos. The household, the Flynn Group headquarters, everything was completely upended.

The livestream of the old ladies' club consisting of Corinne, her sister, and her niece viciously bullying Scarlett had gone viral, spreading across the internet like a catastrophic wildfire.

Their PR team couldn't delete the mirrors fast enough. It was completely unstoppable.

Everyone at the Flynn Group, from the executive boardroom down to the assembly line workers, was actively eating up the drama online, utterly fascinated by the collapse of the elites.

The sheer cruelty of the abuse sparked massive public outrage. And when you pull up a weed, the roots come with it.

The internet sleuths dragged a decade-old bullying scandal into the light.

People quickly realized that both Scarlett and her mother had fallen victim to this same pack of vipers, enduring horrific bullying, degradation, and being forced to the ground and slapped. The entire internet was united in furious, screaming outrage.

The second the livestream hit the web, the Flynn Group's stock prices went into a violent, devastating tailspin. It was a bloodbath so severe that even Wall Street's most legendary market manipulators couldn't have saved it.

Scarlett replied coolly, "Don't worry about it. I'll see you in a bit. You know the place."

She hung up, her eyes turning frighteningly cold.

Thanks to the prescribed ointment, the swelling on her face had gone down significantly, but her skin was still angry red, her features slightly distorted. It was still a painful sight.

She slipped into a trench coat, pulled a baseball cap low over her eyes, strapped on a face mask, and grabbed the newly revised divorce papers before heading out the door.

Since Yardley had kept stalling on signing the paperwork, she had taken the liberty of updating the terms.

In addition to the explicit clauses regarding their daughter's expenses and future inheritance rights, she had added a massive new stipulation: Yardley was to pay her compensation for the emotional trauma she endured over her five years with the Flynn family. One million dollars a year, totaling five million dollars.

Every grievance, every ounce of degradation she had swallowed—she had monetized it all, demanding it clearly in black and white.

The longer Yardley dragged out this divorce, the more conditions she would add, and the higher the price tag would climb. It would never go down.

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Scarlett headed straight to The Warren Rabbit, a private, rabbit-themed restaurant that had always been her favorite hidden sanctuary.