He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 598

Flynn Group didn't have a project problem; they had a cash flow problem.

Once that five billion hit their accounts, not only would the Thorne Industries deal be a guaranteed win, but he could resurrect every single stalled mega-project under the Flynn banner. Their profit margins would skyrocket. He would rise from the ashes and cement his status as the undisputed king of Bay City’s elite.

Scarlett had beaten him down too many times lately.

He felt castrated, stripped of the masculine dominance he had effortlessly wielded his entire life.

But it wasn't in his DNA to submit. He was an apex predator. He refused to lose.

He had to prove to Scarlett that he was still a god among men, capable of bending the world to his will.

He wanted to return to the pedestal where she had once worshipped him.

Maybe this divorce was exactly what he needed—a clean slate.

When that money cleared and his empire was restored to its absolute glory, his life would turn around completely.

He realized he no longer cared about clinging to this dead marriage.

Instead, he relished the thought that once he was back on top, desired by every elite woman in the country, Scarlett would be consumed by regret. She would be the one crawling back, begging for a second chance.

Taking a deep breath, Yardley broke the silence. "So? When are we going to City Hall?"

Julian had already scooped Dawn into his arms and walked into the other room. Scarlett was picking up toys, the phone sitting on the floor on speaker.

Hearing Yardley press the issue again, a cynical smirk touched her lips.

Without waiting for him to reply, she ended the call.

Her eyes were clear, her heart completely numb.

This marriage, which she had once treated as her entire universe, had left her with nothing but exhaustion and ashes.

Scarlett, who used to believe that love conquered all, had her soul entirely hollowed out by the brutality of her marriage.

She finally understood that the indestructible fairy tale of romance was just a delusion. The only thing that was real, the only thing that couldn't betray you, was money in the bank. It was a tragic shift for a woman who had once valued emotional connection far above material wealth.

Her core beliefs were shattered.

As she stood by the large window, drowning in the bitter reality of her life, Julian walked up quietly behind her and gently draped a soft cashmere shawl over her shoulders.