He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 4

Scarlett slammed on the gas pedal and drove back to their marital home, Orchard Villa.

When she pushed the door open, the villa's senior maid, Leah, was playing with the baby alongside the maternity nurse Scarlett had hired, Zara.-

Seeing Scarlett's ghastly pale face, both women were startled. "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Scarlett managed to force a faint smile. "I'm fine. Just hungry. Could you whip up a bowl of that comforting soup for me?"

Taking the baby from Zara's arms, the chaotic storm in Scarlett's heart finally settled at the sight of her daughter's sweet, rosy face. She kissed the baby's cheek and motioned for Zara to take her back to the nursery to sleep.

Leah brought over the soup. Scarlett had just taken a bite of the hot meal. A second later, a flurry of photos hit her work inbox, instantly reigniting the fury she had just suppressed.

The pictures were sent from an anonymous email. They were undeniable proof of Yardley staying by Sylvia's side from her pregnancy through her delivery. The images were clear, showing intimate gestures across various settings—parks, hospitals, restaurants.

Scarlett scrolled through them one by one, her fingers going stiff, the blood in her veins running cold.

The mastermind behind it apparently felt that sending photos wasn't provoking enough, because they called her directly right after.

"Have you seen the photos? You tomboy, while you were working late and pregnant, your husband was watching over me every single second."

"Do you know how well he treats me? He rubbed my swollen feet. Because he was afraid I'd get ugly stretch marks, he applied oil for me starting from my third month all the way until I gave birth."

"Oh, right. I knew that locket was your family heirloom, but I purposely asked him to give it to my son. He really handed it over without a second thought. That shows how little he cares about you."

"Have you figured it out yet? Are you finally willing to let go and divorce him? You should have realized it a long time ago. A workaholic like you, with zero feminine charm, doesn't deserve a great man like him!"

The voice on the phone was bright and clear, like a young man's, yet every word that came out was incredibly vicious.

Scarlett quickly realized the caller was afraid she might record the call, hence the deliberate use of a voice-changing app. Even the photos were taken from a third-person angle—all calculated to provoke her while keeping the sender's own hands clean.

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