Yardley's chest heaved, a sharp pain radiating through his heart. His eyes were dark with an overwhelming, suffocating disappointment.
The hired goons quickly realized they had messed with the wrong crowd.
Taking one look at Yardley and Julian's undeniable aura of wealth and authority, they practically tripped over themselves scrambling out the door.
Sylvia knew she had screwed up. She had completely misread the situation and trashed the place for nothing. But she stubbornly refused to admit fault.
Clutching her stinging cheek, she burst into dramatic tears.
"Julian didn't come home all night! I naturally assumed he was with another woman!"
"You were the one who told me you suspected they were having an emotional affair! I believed you! I just wanted to see for myself, I—"
Furious, Yardley lashed out, his foot connecting harshly with her side.
"So your solution was to march in here with a bunch of street rats and vandalize the place like a lunatic?!"
"I never knew you were capable of throwing such a revolting tantrum! Is this how I raised you?! Is this how I taught you to handle problems?!"
Yardley was so enraged he looked like he might actually have a heart attack.
Julian stood rooted to the spot, one hand casually in his pocket, staring at the ruined living room.
His heart was bleeding.
The house wasn't huge, but every tea set, vase, and ornament in this room was a rare antique his grandmother had spent her entire life collecting from around the world.
And now, they were reduced to debris by Sylvia and her thugs.
Julian didn't even know how he was going to face his grandmother. His voice dropped to a freezing register.
"Your dear cousin has thrown countless tantrums like this over our five years of marriage."
"I kept quiet out of respect for our friendship, but now you've seen it with your own eyes. You know I wasn't exaggerating."
Yardley stiffened, staring at Julian in shock. "What? She acted like this abroad too? She..."
Julian lowered his eyes, barely containing his absolute disgust.
To think a man as incredible as Julian had suffered so much in silence... A strong sense of solidarity washed over Scarlett. They were both survivors of disastrous marriages.
People like Sylvia were handed the world on a silver platter, only to smash it to pieces because they never knew its value.
She had completely ruined her own life.
Scarlett clicked her tongue inwardly, glancing between Yardley and Sylvia. She didn't even know what to say anymore.
Yardley felt a crushing sense of humiliation.
He was the one who had pushed for Julian and Sylvia's marriage.
Now that Sylvia had caused this apocalyptic mess, he didn't know how he could ever face Julian or the Croft family again.
He grabbed Sylvia by the arm, dragging her toward the door like a ragdoll.
He needed to know if what Julian said was true.
If she really had committed the ultimate betrayal, then his duty as her protector was officially over. She could rot for all he cared.

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