He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 53

How did he know she was here?

Startled, Scarlett walked forward, meeting his oppressive gaze head-on.

She looked past him as if he were thin air, instinctively reaching for her car door.

A warm, powerful hand clamped down over hers, trapping her fingers against the handle. The man's magnetic, frigid voice rang out above her head.

"Don't you have anything to explain?"

Scarlett looked up, shooting him a cold glance.

"Explain what?"

"Explain why you're here," Yardley demanded, "and who that man was who just smiled and walked you down."

Scarlett scoffed. "None of your business."

Yardley completely lost his temper.

Before Scarlett could react, Yardley hoisted her slender frame up and effortlessly threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey!"

"Yardley Flynn, what are you doing?"

"Let me go!"

Once the shock wore off, Scarlett screamed furiously, her hands slapping wildly against his broad, muscular back.

Yardley ignored her entirely. One of his large hands clamped down on her legs like a vice, making it impossible for her to break free.

He tossed her into the backseat of his car.

His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crush her wrists.

"I can't let you keep acting like this. You're coming home with me."

The veins on Scarlett's forehead throbbed. "You're out of your mind, Yardley!"

Yardley stared into her eyes, a deep exhaustion masking his features.

"I don't want to fight with you, Scarlett."

Scarlett was on the verge of a breakdown, her voice turning hoarse.

"Let me go!"

But Yardley only tightened his grip on her wrists.

"No. We need to have a serious talk."

Scarlett was completely lucid. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong.

The only problem was that she had suddenly stopped being the obedient, accommodating wife, and Yardley simply couldn't handle the change.

"I have nothing to say to you, Yardley. I've already said everything that needed to be said."

"All that's left is for you to accept my resignation and sign the divorce papers."

Yardley's gaze turned glacial. "Divorce? Give me one good reason."

Scarlett looked away. "I just don't want to be with you anymore."

"What about now? Still want to divorce me?"

Scarlett turned her head away, gasping for air. Tears streamed silently down her face, but her voice was unwaveringly firm.

"I am divorcing you, Yardley. Nothing is going to change that."

Yardley's eyes turned murderously cold.

The second the car pulled into the underground garage, he swept her petite body into his arms like a hurricane, forcefully carrying her straight into the elevator.

Knowing struggling was useless, Scarlett simply gave up fighting.

He carried her directly up to the master bedroom on the second floor and threw her onto their marital bed.

The sheets were still the same ones she had changed before she gave birth—soft, pale silk that felt like sleeping on a cloud.

But right now, that softness felt like a suffocating net, trapping her inside the prison of her past.

The moment her back hit the mattress, the agonizing memories of waiting for him to come home every night of her pregnancy came rushing back.

He was always too busy. So busy that even her last phone call before going into labor had been answered by Nathan.

During all those sleepless nights spent tossing and turning alone in this very bedroom, he had never been there.

Feeling trapped and suffocated, she tried to push herself up. But Yardley pressed his weight against her, pinning her hands down so hard she thought her bones would snap.

"Scarlett..."

His voice was low, carrying a rare, raspy edge. The corners of his lips curved up slightly, but there was absolutely no warmth in his smile.