He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 394

Those last words were carved incredibly deep, the edges rough, as if she had used every ounce of her strength with a devastating finality.

Yardley didn't have the courage to look at any more.

He snatched his hand back and slammed his fist hard against the trunk.

With a dull thud, the bark dented inward. The leaves rustled wildly, as if mocking his thick-headedness and cruelty.

The frustration in his heart burned like a raging fire, scorching his chest but finding no outlet. It stayed trapped inside, threatening to tear him apart.

She hadn't decided to leave on a whim.

She had walked away step by step, carrying a growing burden of disappointment and despair, until it brought them here.

And he had been blind to it all.

These plaques had been hanging here for so long. If he had cared even a little, he could have just flipped them over to read the words.

But for five years, he had walked past this tree countless times without ever thinking to look.

Only now did he realize that he... had truly neglected Scarlett for far too long.

Her heart had once been soft and tender, but now, it was as hard as impenetrable iron.

Unable to bear it any longer, he clutched his chest and stood frozen under the tree. After a long while, he pulled out his phone and called Harbour Quinn.

"Harbour, come drink with me."

"Are you serious? I just finished dinner. You could have asked earlier."

"Leave right now. Meet me at the usual spot. You have to come."

"Fine."

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