He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 775

Yardley never saw it coming.

The strike was sudden, explosive, and utterly baffling.

Wasn't Julian the one who deserved to be hit?

Had anger completely fried her brain?

Clutching his stinging cheek, a flash of indignance sparked in his eyes. He glared at her. "Shouldn't you be hitting him?" he snapped.

"Or am I so worthless in your eyes that I have to take the hits he deserves?"

She looked up, her gaze composed of shattered, freezing ice.

"You just said that if a man was truly drunk, he wouldn't be able to do that..."

She paused, desperately fighting to suppress the suffocating tightness in her chest. When she spoke again, her voice was painfully raw.

"So tell me, what exactly happened on our first night?"

Her rage erupted, her volume skyrocketing.

"You stand there and call him a scumbag, but what about you?!"

"Did you take advantage of me? Did you manufacture that opportunity? Were you playing some twisted game of cat and mouse?!"

He froze, completely rooted to the spot.

His mouth fell open, his brain short-circuiting into absolute white noise.

He had completely lost control of the narrative.

His only goal had been to expose Julian as a sleazeball.

Instead, he had somehow dug his own grave, tossing a boulder onto his own feet.

In that moment, he had no defense. He looked exactly like a fugitive caught red-handed at the scene of the crime.

He had been so caught up in the thrill of exposing his rival that he had entirely forgotten the origins of his own marriage.

He hadn't anticipated her making the connection.

It was so long ago—how could she still remember every detail?

The blatant honesty and sheer lack of guilt in his eyes terrified her.

He genuinely didn't believe he had done anything wrong. There wasn't an ounce of remorse in his soul; he felt utterly justified.

But why?

Why did his casual, selfish decision give him the right to drag her into the fiery hellscape of the Flynn family?

Why did he believe that slapping a wedding ring on her finger magically erased all the trauma he had inflicted on her?

He had used the guise of marriage to deceive her, control her, and allow his entire family to gaslight and psychologically abuse her for years. It was because of him that her life was in ruins. It was because of him that her daughter had been born into a fractured, toxic home.

And all of it could have been avoided.

If that night had truly been an accident—a spark of genuine, inescapable fate—she might have eventually found peace. She could have comforted herself with the thought that the universe had just played a cruel trick on her.

But hearing him admit that it was intentional...

Those words struck her heart like a lethal bolt of lightning.