He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 809

He thought back to all the beautiful, stolen moments they had shared.

He remembered the nights in this very room, whispering against her skin, loving her so fiercely he wanted to merge their very souls.

The deeper he drowned in the memories, the more agonizing the grief became.

Downstairs, in the grand living room of Orchard Villa, a very different scene was unfolding.

A coven of women had gathered, their voices buzzing with electric excitement. Corinne, Gwen, Clarissa, Catherine, Melanie, and Sylvia were all present.

They had popped open the most expensive bottles of vintage wine from the cellar and laid out a lavish spread of chilled lobster, salmon sashimi, and premium seafood to host their own private celebration.

Corinne's face was flushed with uncontainable joy. She eagerly poured herself an overflowing glass of red wine, letting out a booming, triumphant laugh.

"I haven't slept in days! I've been too excited! Every time I remember that little bitch is finally dead, I... I could just dance!"

Greed practically radiated from Corinne's eyes. "Now that she's out of the picture, all the wealth she bled from the Flynn family will finally come back to us!"

"It's poetic justice! The heavens have finally opened their eyes! Now no one can stand in our way! Hahaha!"

Corinne was practically manic with glee. Ever since she heard the news of Scarlett dying in a foreign land, she hadn't stopped smiling.

Death was supposed to be a tragedy. Her own granddaughter was now an orphan.

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