He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 69

Yardley's legs buckled. Cold sweat drenched his forehead and back.

He stood numbly in place, like a hollowed-out tree stump, unable to make a single sound.

Clarissa stared at the empty elevator bank for a long moment before sweeping a frigid glare over the lingering employees. With just one look, she sent the nosy crowd scrambling.

She turned, grabbed Yardley by his tie, and effortlessly dragged the broken man back into the glass-strewn office.

Yardley slumped into his chair like a lifeless puddle of mud.

Looking down at him, Clarissa's lips curled into a sneer.

"What? Can't handle it?"

Her voice was as cold as crushed ice. There was no sisterly warmth, only undisguised mockery.

Yardley picked up a glass of water from the desk. His hands were shaking so badly he spilled it all over himself, but he didn't seem to notice. After downing a mouthful of cold water, he finally snapped out of his daze.

He looked up at Clarissa, his eyes filled with confusion and defiance.

"Clarissa, was I really that awful?"

Before she could answer, he instinctively launched into his own defense.

"When Scarlett and I got married, sure, we didn't have a wedding, but I never hid her. Everyone in the company knows she's my wife. We got together because I drank too much during that project out west. Any other guy wouldn't have taken responsibility for a one-night stand, but I did."

"I didn't neglect her. I bought her flowers every holiday. I might not have been there when she gave birth, but I paid for her postpartum recovery center and the nanny."

"And..."

Yardley desperately racked his brain for every detail. "When we got together, Mom and the rest of you were entirely against it. But I withstood all that pressure for her."

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