He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 25

Scarlett leaned toward Corinne, her gaze sharper than ever before. "Why would I be afraid? We're getting a divorce. You think I care what he thinks of me now?"

A mocking smirk curled her lips. "Go ahead. Tell Yardley I was only after his money the whole time. Now that I've given birth to his daughter, I'm going to take everything that's rightfully ours, with interest."

"Even if he were standing right in front of me, I'd say the exact same thing to his face." Scarlett scoffed, her gaze piercing through Corinne like a dagger.

Corinne was utterly shell-shocked. She looked Scarlett up and down. How could having a baby turn her into a completely different person? Was this really the same submissive Scarlett who had spent years kissing her feet?

By the door, a tall silhouette stood in utter silence. He had heard every single word Scarlett said, his dark eyes wide with shock.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he never would have believed those words had come from Scarlett. The woman he knew was proud, frugal, and completely indifferent to designer brands and diamonds... How could she say something so ruthless?

What on earth had triggered her? A million questions swirled in Yardley's mind.

Snapped out of his daze by a sudden shriek from inside the room, he looked up just in time to see Corinne swing her hand at Scarlett's face. But Scarlett intercepted her wrist and yanked hard, nearly sending Corinne's head crashing into the bedpost.

Yardley rushed in, immediately pulling Corinne behind him. He looked at Scarlett, instinctual anger flaring in his chest, but the sheer, freezing intensity in her eyes instantly stopped him in his tracks.

"Scarlett..." he murmured, unable to hide his astonishment.

"I'm not deleting the recording of Sylvia," Scarlett said, staring him down without a hint of fear. "If you don't want it leaked to the press, wire fifty million dollars into my account. Then I'll delete it."

"When is this going to end!" Pushed past his breaking point, Yardley lunged forward, snatching the phone from her hands and violently smashing it onto the floor.

With a deafening crack, the screen shattered into a spiderweb of broken glass.

Scarlett looked down at the ruined device, feeling a sharp tug in her chest. Yardley had probably forgotten, but that phone was the wedding gift he had given her five years ago. She had treasured it ever since. She had swapped out cases and screen protectors countless times, never letting it sustain even a scratch. It had looked brand new.

Long since outdated and lagging horribly, she had never been able to bring herself to replace it, simply because it was his gift. But now... the splintered screen seemed to be mocking her, a glaring reminder that she was the only one who had ever cared about their marriage.

"Mom, get out. I need to speak with Scarlett alone." Yardley's expression was grim, a terrifying aura radiating from him.