He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 529

"Scarlett, I've realized that besides you, I have absolutely zero interest in anyone else."

Yardley's long fingers gently traced the edge of the frame, his movements tender and his eyes brimming with heavy affection.

"You're the only one who does anything for me. When anyone else gets close, I just feel sick. Is this what they mean by biological attraction?"

He let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. "I really regret how cold I was to you before. If I had known you would leave, I never would have shut you out."

But the fleeting moment of vulnerability vanished, replaced by a sudden, chilling coldness in his voice. "What else can I do to keep you by my side?"

Yardley suddenly remembered a conversation he had accidentally overheard back at Mercy International Hospital. If they couldn't find a suitable bone marrow match for Dawn, the only way to save her was for him and Scarlett to have another baby.

The realization made his eyes light up. This was it. This was the perfect solution to all his problems.

Once they had another child, she would never be able to divorce him—not with two kids tying them together. Plus, the new baby's cord blood could save Dawn, completely eliminating the need for him to beg his family to get tested for a match.

Killing two birds with one stone. A flawless, inescapable trap.

Staring at the photo, what started as idle thoughts born of insomnia rapidly twisted into a dangerously unhinged plan.

Given Scarlett's current attitude, there was zero chance of a peaceful reconciliation. But if he simply kidnapped her, forced himself on her, and made her pregnant again... that would solve everything.

The whole reason their marriage had imploded was because he had neglected her during her postpartum recovery period. Having another baby would give him the perfect opportunity to make it up to her, prove his devotion, and lock her down forever.

A glint of predatory determination flashed in his eyes.

He grabbed his phone and dialed his assistant, Nathan.

On the other side of the screen, Scarlett's blood ran entirely cold.

His initial pathetic muttering had made her feel a brief, microscopic pang of complex emotion, but the phone call to Nathan instantly replaced it with sheer, icy terror.

She had accidentally stumbled onto a plot so vile it defied belief. What did he need drugs for? Was he seriously psychotic enough to drug her and force himself on her?!

Fury and profound disgust surged through her veins. Quickly hitting 'save' on the footage, she closed the app and aggressively splashed cold water on her face.

Had she been blind? Brain-damaged? How could she have ever loved a man this deranged with all her heart?

Gripping the edges of the sink, she stared at her pale, thinning reflection in the mirror, forcing herself to breathe steadily.