He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 389

Scarlett stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly looked up at him, her gaze dripping with cold mockery.

"Yardley, who you choose to make out with is entirely your business. I have no interest in policing it, and I have absolutely no interest in watching it."

Her eyes flicked to his slightly swollen lips, her expression twisting into one of pure distaste. "However, a piece of advice: next time you want to get physical, take it home or get a room. There's no need to come to my door and put on a show."

"Your little stunts don't make me jealous. They just make me physically sick."

"Honestly, a man who can bounce to his next target this fast, while constantly playing the tortured romantic in front of me... it's just repulsive."

Talia enthusiastically backed her up. "Exactly! You're a grown man playing middle-school games. It's pathetic!"

"Yardley, if you're so desperate to play the scumbag, just sign the damn divorce papers and own it! Stop trying to have it both ways—playing the heartbroken victim one second and the playboy the next. Scarlett doesn't have the time or the patience for your cheap theatrics!"

Having delivered their verbal beatdown, the two women brushed right past him, not looking back once.

Yardley remained frozen in the corridor until they completely disappeared from sight, his eyes dark and terrifyingly stormy.

He had been absolutely certain this move would wound Scarlett. Instead, the only person bleeding was him.

She had genuinely reached the point where she could watch him kissing another woman and feel nothing but boredom. This woman was literally going to drive him into an early grave.

Standing a few feet away, Veronica narrowed her eyes at Scarlett's retreating figure. Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, a vicious flash of jealousy and hatred burning in her eyes.

So that was the infamous wife. Scarlett Langley.

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