He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 112

Scarlett was utterly exasperated.

What was he doing? Most people would run for the hills to avoid being dragged into this kind of drama, but he was eagerly painting a target on his own back, practically begging Yardley to pick a fight with him.

Yardley's face was ice-cold as he ended the call.

He glared at Scarlett, his gaze sharp and dripping with the kind of mockery reserved for catching a spouse in the act. His voice dropped to a terrifyingly low register.

"Gordon just confessed to everything. Do you have anything else to say."

"So, the reason you're in such a rush to divorce me is because you've already lined up your next option. Is that it."

Yardley felt as though a volley of ice-cold arrows had pierced his chest. His heart was riddled with holes, and he could barely keep his footing.

"So, are you going to sign it or not," Scarlett asked evenly.

"I won't sign it. I am not going to let you two get what you want."

In that exact moment, Yardley felt as though every ounce of sweetness and love they had shared over the last five years had completely evaporated into thin air.

He shot up from his chair and marched toward the door.

As he violently yanked the door handle, his hands shook, and his footsteps were as unsteady as a drunkard's.

Suddenly, he turned back to face her, his eyes red and furious.

"Do you remember what you said to me four years ago, the first time you celebrated my birthday in this very room, right when you helped me blow out the candles."

Scarlett had absolutely zero desire to revisit the past. "I forgot."

Yardley pressed a hand hard against his chest.

"You said that even if the whole world turned its back on me, you would always be standing right behind me. All I had to do was turn around, and you would be there. You said no matter how far I went or how high I flew, I had to hold tightly to your hand. You told me that even if you threw a little temper tantrum, I shouldn't let go easily. You promised me that no matter how much the world changed, your love for me never would."

The words still echoed perfectly in his mind.

Every single syllable had come from her lips.

But hearing them now, Scarlett felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She genuinely wanted to be sick.

It just proved that no vow could withstand the test of time.

People changed. Circumstances changed. The love felt in a single moment meant nothing for the future.

The version of herself back then could never have predicted the sickening string of betrayals she would eventually face.

"Yardley, you are so full of crap. When I was lying in a hospital bed, hemorrhaging while giving birth to your child, were you holding my hand."

"When I was in my postpartum recovery, suffocating from the pain of engorgement, and our daughter was waking up crying every hour of the night, whose hand were you holding."

"And today, when your family ganged up on me and slapped me over a hundred times, where were you? Don't you find yourself incredibly pathetic."

She didn't want to say another word.

She refused to become a broken record complaining about the past.

When someone truly understood your pain, you didn't need to scream or explain yourself. They would stand by you and care for every little fracture in your heart.

But when someone refused to understand, you could drown them in your tears, and they would still just think you were being dramatic and fixating on the past.

Arguing was pointless. Pleading was pointless.

The most agonizing part of a marriage wasn't the constant fighting; it was the countless moments of bitter suffering that you couldn't voice, couldn't swallow, and couldn't spit out.

Yardley's breathing grew heavy and rapid. His face flushed a dark, angry red. The words that finally burst from his lips felt like a poisoned arrow striking dead center into Scarlett's heart.

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