He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 245

Scarlett's glance was as cold as ice. Without leaving a single word, she grabbed Julian and turned away, decisively shutting Yardley out of her world.

Yardley stood frozen in place, his gaze locked onto their retreating backs, a mix of fury and indignation thrashing wildly in his chest.

Why did this make any sense?

He was her legal husband, yet he was locked out like a stranger.

While Julian could just openly waltz right into the Langley family home?

Despite the fire in his gut, he reined in his temper when facing Jacqueline and obediently followed her.

"Mom," he lowered his eyes, habitually using the title.

Jacqueline looked at him, her eyes devoid of warmth, filled only with a bottomless pit of disgust.

She didn't invite him inside, barely even giving him a proper look. She just stood on the steps, looking down at the man who was about to become her ex-son-in-law.

"Don't call me that. It makes me sick."

Yardley stiffened, looking up at her in disbelief. "Mom, I really don't want to lose Scarlett. I don't want to lose my daughter..."

"Don't want to lose?" Jacqueline let out a laugh as if she had just heard the most absurd joke in the world, a deeply mocking smirk curving her lips. "Yardley, does your version of 'not wanting to lose' mean repeatedly pushing her to the brink of a breakdown? Turning her life upside down until she has no peace?"

"Do you think your pathetic state right now is going to earn anyone's sympathy?"

She took a step forward. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word acted as a blade, striking precisely at his most painful spots.

"Five years ago, I opposed this marriage because I knew everyone in your Flynn family was inherently cold and selfish. I knew the arrogance and apathy in your bones were written into your DNA."

"For five years, I watched Scarlett endure endless cold shoulders at your house. I watched your mother torment her until she was haggard. I watched you ruthlessly exploit her at work under the guise of 'training' her. Where was your 'not wanting to lose' back then? Every time you visited my home, how many times did I hint that you should treat her better? Did you ever listen, even once?"

"And now that she's finally figured it out and wants to climb out of this mud pit, you come running over to put on a show of deep devotion?"

Yardley's face drained of color. His lips trembled as he tried to defend himself, but he found he couldn't form a single word of rebuttal.

The weight of his past failures pressed down on him like a mountain, suffocating him.

"Get lost."

The last two words were spoken softly, but they landed like a sledgehammer directly on Yardley's heart.

He stood rooted to the spot, feeling as if he had plunged into a frozen lake.

Every word Jacqueline spoke was like a resounding slap to his face, infinitely more agonizing than any physical blow he had taken.

All hope abandoned him, and the final flicker of light in his eyes extinguished.

"Alright... I'll consider it," he rasped, turning and disappearing into the darkness. His retreating figure looked desolate and utterly bleak.

The air fell dead silent, the chirping of insects in the grass sounding jarringly loud.

Jacqueline stared at the empty driveway, her face showing zero emotion, only profound exhaustion and disgust.

"Ma'am, where would you like this castle set up?" the delivery driver cautiously approached, shattering the silence.