He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 174

Over the past five years, they had grown into one entity within this marriage. To separate meant draining the blood they shared, tearing apart the intertwined flesh, breaking bones, and ripping everything apart until nothing was left.

The daytime was bearable. The dead of night was when her defenses were at their weakest.

Just like right now. Sitting face-to-face, with his arms wide open, it felt as though nothing had ever changed.

That familiar scent of cedarwood drifted over her like a gentle, invisible net.

All she had to do was step forward, and she could fall right back into his embrace, fitting against him perfectly—growing together, breathing together, sleeping and waking together.

Scarlett sat there in a daze, the thick ice in her eyes showing a faint sign of cracking.

"Let me hold you, honey."

Yardley’s voice was dark, rumbling with a tender, coaxing edge.

Giving her no time to struggle, he moved forward aggressively, pulling her small frame into his arms and pulling her back into bed.

The covers were pulled up over them both.

"Just take pity on me, I haven't had a proper night's sleep in almost two months."

"You know how much I value my sleep. If this keeps up, I'm legitimately afraid I'm going to drop dead."

"It's 5 AM. We can just hold each other and get a few more hours. You're exhausted too, I know you haven't been sleeping well."

"Just treat me like a body pillow. Think of me as a sleep aid. Don't overthink it, just close your eyes."

"When you wake up, if you still want to fight, if you still want to talk about divorce, if you still want to push me away—I'll let you do whatever you want. Okay?"

Yardley completely laid his vulnerabilities bare, every word laced with quiet desperation.

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