He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 459

A deep flicker of guilt finally cracked through Yardley's eyes.

Julian released his grip, took a step back, and smoothly smoothed out Yardley's wrinkled collar. The gesture carried a heavy dose of condescending pity.

"You think everyone operates on manipulation because your own heart is full of it, Yardley. You always assumed she could never live without you. You thought that no matter how much abuse she took, she'd eventually come crawling back to you like a dog. But you were dead wrong. Scarlett loves with everything she has, but when she decides to walk away, she is ruthlessly absolute."

Julian took a deep breath, his eyes burning with conviction, each word landing like a hammer strike.

"For the past five years, she cooked for you, bled for you, gave birth to your child in that cold house, and sacrificed her own brilliant career just to support yours. You never saw any of that. You only see how 'heartless' she's being right now. But did you ever stop to think—unless a person has accumulated a mountain of utter despair, why would they ever walk away from the person they loved most in the world?"

"I'm not standing here to steal your wife, like your twisted mind assumes. I'm standing here to demand justice for the Scarlett who used to look at you like you hung the moon."

"Since you are entirely incapable of giving her the respect and love she deserves, then do it like a man and exit gracefully. Leave whatever tiny fragments of decent memories you still have intact. Stop pushing each other into absolute ruin."

"Think it over."

Without sparing him another glance, Julian turned and strode briskly back toward the hospital gates.

The night wind whipped at his coat, his silhouette unwavering and resolute.

Yardley stood frozen in place.

The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter, the scorching ash searing his skin, yet he felt absolutely nothing.

Julian's words were like surgical blades, slicing perfectly into the darkest, most cowardly corners of his soul.

"Exit gracefully..."

Yardley muttered the words, a self-deprecating smirk twisting his lips.

He, Yardley Flynn, the man who spent his entire life outsmarting boardrooms and manipulating outcomes—when had he become this pathetic?

He whipped around and viciously kicked the door of his Bentley.

The deafening thud shattered the quiet night.

Of course he knew how incredible she was. Of course he knew exactly what she had sacrificed for those five years.

It was precisely because he knew all of it that he was utterly terrified.

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