He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 232

Yardley couldn't even begin to describe the storm of emotions raging inside him.

In a daze, he pushed open the door and walked over to Scarlett's old cubicle. Staring at the empty desk and chair, a wave of profound sorrow washed over him.

She was such a proud, resilient, and fiercely independent woman.

She had tried so hard to be seen by him, to be acknowledged, appreciated, and understood.

She had worked herself to the bone to achieve her dreams, staying up late almost every night, grinding 365 days a year without a single break.

Every time she finished a draft, she would eagerly bring it to him, asking for his feedback. Even now, he could still remember the way her bright, expressive eyes would sparkle whenever she explained her creative vision.

And what had he done? He had rarely given her an ounce of validation.

Almost every time, he would take on a patronizing tone, tearing her work to shreds. He would toss it back at her, telling her to stop trying to be so unconventional and just stick to the standard corporate designs the company demanded.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen the extraordinary brilliance in her work.

It was just that, over the past five years, he had convinced himself that she was too green, too unpolished. He worried that she couldn't handle the pressure of massive city landmark projects, so he kept shooting her down.

He told himself he just wanted her to stay grounded. He wanted to temper her ambition, to humble her so she would realize there was always someone better out there.

She had worked under him for five whole years before he finally gave her the green light to refine the stunning blueprints for Zenith Tower. He had only allowed it because he felt she had finally reached the point where she could handle a bigger stage.

He had thought Zenith Tower was her absolute limit. Only now did he realize it was merely one of countless masterpieces she had created over the years.

She had already made the name "S.L" a legend in the industry through Croft Design Studio.

He had heard of this groundbreaking, unconventional designer for a long time, but never once did he connect the dots and realize it was Scarlett.

Right now, Yardley felt as if he had inhaled a lungful of ash. His chest was heavy, tight, and suffocating.

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