He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 113

"So what if I wasn't there for the birth and your postpartum recovery? Plenty of men aren't there for that. How many women hold onto it the way you do."

"Scarlett, we are supposed to look forward in life. Whatever I messed up before, I'll make up for it. Do you really have to keep bringing it up over and over again."

Yardley spoke with utter conviction. The flare of anger in his eyes made it seem as if he was the one who had been horribly wronged in all of this.

The blood roared in Scarlett's ears.

"Have you never heard the saying, Yardley."

"Sometimes a woman needs a man the way a paratrooper needs a parachute. If it isn't there the exact moment she needs it, she will never need it again."

She was trembling violently with rage, cold chills racking her body. She felt like she was burning up with a fever, everything inside her twisting into a wrong, broken knot.

Yardley stood paralyzed for a few seconds. His lips parted slightly before he stepped forward and pulled her firmly into his arms.

"I know I was wrong. The next time you're pregnant and recovering, I promise I'll be by your side twenty-four hours a day. I won't step away for a single second, okay? Can we just move past this."

He was falling back on his usual tactics.

For the past five years, anytime she got upset or expressed her hurt, he would brush it off, acting like it was a minor issue that could easily be smoothed over.

He knew she was in pain, but in his eyes, everything was forgivable and fixable.

He loved to play the magnanimous husband, sweeping everything under the rug and pretending nothing serious had happened so they could just carry on.

The 'slap her face, then hand her a piece of candy' routine was his favorite move.

Scarlett began to shove herself out of his embrace, but he suddenly pulled a velvet box from his pocket. He snapped it open, revealing a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind pink diamond.

Scarlett recognized it immediately from the cover of a premier auction house catalog. It was worth a fortune.

Rumor had it there were only a handful of these in the world, secured either by royal families or the most elite billionaires.

"I bought this for our daughter. Isn't it beautiful."

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