He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 251

Yardley's defenses completely crumbled. He stared intently at Scarlett's retreating figure, his eyes swirling with deep reluctance and bitter frustration. Sensing an aggressive gaze fixed on him, he shot a sharp glare to the side. The man in the sports car was watching him.

He wore a distressed leather jacket over a graphic tee, a thick silver chain resting against his collarbone, and limited-edition sneakers. With his tousled hair and chiseled jawline, he exuded a wild, untamed magnetism, a cynical smirk playing on his lips.

"Don't worry, there's nothing going on between me and Scarlett," the man drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. "Though I can't say the same for once she's single."

He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "I just tagged along with Talia today because I wanted to see what kind of blind fool would actually let a woman like Scarlett go."

The man let out a heavy sigh, as if truly pitying her. "It's a damn shame, man. I guarantee you're going to spend the rest of your life regretting this. A woman with her kind of fire, drive, and resilience? She's one in a million. You had absolutely no idea what you had."

Before Yardley could even throw a punch, the man slipped back into his car. The engine roared to life, and the sleek vehicle sped off, disappearing into the distance.

Yardley's chest tightened so much he could barely breathe. Especially when his eyes landed on Scarlett's brand-new Porsche gleaming in the sunlight. A suffocating, crushing wave of remorse washed over him.

What had he ever actually done for her? He racked his brain, desperate for a memory of his own grand gestures, but came up empty. Yet every single thing she had done for him stood out with agonizing clarity, as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

She had driven that little SMART car for seven or eight years. It was tiny, a cheap commuter car she bought right after graduation. Toward the end, it was practically falling apart—the AC was busted, the windshield wipers squeaked incessantly. Why hadn't it ever crossed his mind to buy her a new car?

He remembered a time when she was eight months pregnant. Her car had broken down, and she had to haul her heavy belly to the mechanic all by herself. She came home drenched in rain, laughing lightly as she told him about her terrible afternoon.

His response back then? Just a dismissive, "That sounds rough. You're so independent."

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