He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 193

Wincing in pain, Scarlett raised her hand and slapped Yardley hard across his handsome face.

"Yardley, you're out of your damn mind!"

The very next second, Yardley seized both her wrists, pinning them high above her head.

He trailed kisses down her elegant neck, aggressively leaving a trail of dark, bruising marks across her collarbone and the radiant skin below.

Just as Scarlett was about to curse him out, he captured her lips again, kissing her so fiercely and frantically that it stole all the air from her lungs.

It felt like an eternity. Only when Scarlett felt like she was on the verge of suffocating did Yardley finally pull away.

He gripped her slender neck, his eyes burning with an intense, possessive fire.

"Remember, you are my wife!"

"You're sick!" Scarlett gritted her teeth.

Yardley stared at her, a twisted smirk on his lips. He was teetering on the edge of utter insanity.

"Yeah, I'm sick. You've pushed me to the brink of losing my mind."

Scarlett glared at him furiously. Capitalizing on a brief moment of slack in his grip, she brought her knee up hard, aiming directly for his groin.

"Then go die, and stop acting like a psycho in front of me!"

Yardley dodged swiftly. Though the hit didn't land, it forced him to release his hold on her.

Scarlett instantly scrambled out of his reach.

She looked down at the shocking red marks blooming across her chest, then raised a hand to wipe the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes blazed with intense fury.

This feeling—of desperately trying to sever ties, only to be forcefully pinned down and kissed—was infuriating and deeply humiliating!

She, Scarlett Langley, was going to finalize this divorce from Yardley Flynn as fast as humanly possible!

She squeezed her eyes shut, her voice dropping to ice.

"Yardley, get ready. Tomorrow, you will be served with two lawsuits. One for divorce, and the other regarding the copyright dispute over Zenith Tower."

"I am going to win both of those cases. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

With that, Scarlett decisively shoved the car door open, desperate to escape this suffocating space.

However, Yardley reached out and slammed his hand against the door, holding it shut.

His gaze was heavy, filled with a deep, crushing exhaustion.

"Yardley, I don't have the patience for your insane delusions."

She shoved the car door open and stormed off, walking aimlessly down the street into the biting, freezing rain.

At this moment, even if it were raining knives, she'd rather be out there than trapped in that Ferrari reeking of another woman's perfume.

The scent of Sylvia's perfume made her want to throw up.

Hearing Yardley's baseless accusations felt like a massive insult to both her and Julian's character.

She and Julian had only met a grand total of four times... Catching feelings through work?

That was complete nonsense!

Even if he didn't trust her integrity, didn't he have a shred of faith in the man who had been his brother-in-arms for years?

In Yardley's eyes, it seemed his cousin was the only innocent, pure, and kindhearted person in the entire world. As for everyone else—his wife, his best friend—in his paranoid mind, they were all villains, all guilty.

Scarlett walked alone in the pouring rain, her heart aching as if it were being ripped apart.

Five years of love, risking her life to give birth to his daughter, and in the end, this was what her misplaced devotion had earned her.