He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 254

But why would Clarissa do this? No one in the Flynn family had welcomed Dawn's birth. None of them actually cared about her. Why would she go out of her way to tamper with the agreement to steal custody?

Regardless, now wasn't the time to unravel the Flynn family's psychotic logic. At least they had caught it in time.

As Yardley pulled out his phone, Scarlett snatched his arm. "Don't bother with her right now. Go to the printing station, get three fresh copies of the original, and we sign them right now to finish this application."

It was already past four in the afternoon. If they dragged this out any longer, the office would close. Scarlett wasn't going to let this stall another day. Thankfully, she had the digital files on her phone.

She marched over to the printing station, printed three fresh copies, and this time, carefully reviewed them with Chatwin over the phone. Only after verifying every single letter did she allow Yardley to sign.

Through the entire ordeal, Scarlett was rigid, cold, and ruthlessly efficient. She was a woman on a mission to cut ties forever.

Yardley moved like a puppet whose strings had been cut, dragged from window to window. His heart was bleeding out, the pain morphing into a hollow, agonizing numbness.

Just as the office was preparing to close, they handed their IDs and the freshly signed, pristine settlement to the clerk. The clerk asked the standard questions once more, then directed them to a mandatory mediation room for the standard legal procedures.

Scarlett didn't look at Yardley once.

But Yardley's gaze never left her. His eyes were heavy with longing, regret, guilt, and... awe. He couldn't shake the feeling that ever since she left him, she had come back to life. She looked healthier, more vibrant. She had lost weight, but in a way that made her look stunningly sharp. She was so radiant he couldn't tear his eyes away.

And soon, this breathtaking woman would no longer belong to him.

After surviving the bureaucratic red tape, the clerk finally handed them the stamped filing receipt for their divorce application.

"You know what? When my paperwork goes through, I'm buying fireworks! I'm celebrating my escape too!"

The waiting couples murmured loudly, their words acting like poisoned needles sinking directly into Yardley's chest. Watching Talia so ecstatically celebrate his failure made his expression darken into something terrifying.

But the moment his eyes met Scarlett's dead, indifferent stare, the fire in his chest was extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

He didn't have a single leg to stand on. He had failed her as a husband. He had been terrible. He...

As Yardley stood there drowning in self-loathing, his phone rang. It was Melanie.

He answered it, but before she could speak, the piercing, frantic wails of a newborn baby echoed through the speaker.