He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 893

It was Yardley Flynn.

He had been standing outside the room for a while. He had come specifically for her.

She had blocked his number, cutting off every possible avenue of contact. He had gone nearly insane trying to track her down until Gordon Wyatt accidentally let it slip that Julian was in the hospital.

Following that thread, and knowing Julian as well as he did, he had managed to find his way here.

But the moment he arrived, the conversation drifting through the door hit him like a physical blow.

Scarlett and Julian were getting married.

Then came the triumphant, joyful declarations from Elara and Jacqueline.

Comparison was a brutal thing. Standing there listening to them, the Flynn family's past dismissiveness and coldness toward Scarlett felt painfully glaring. It was downright shameful.

All the 'sincerity' Elara was so proudly offering was something his family had never once shown.

Part of it was on his parents—they had never cared enough to take charge of his wedding with Scarlett, lacking any enthusiasm from the start.

But the other part was on him. He hadn't thought it mattered.

At the time, he had believed that getting married was just between the two of them. Why drag their families into a massive production? He hadn't cared for the traditional honors or the grand gestures, so he naturally assumed she didn't need them either.

Only now did he realize it wasn't that she hadn't needed them; it was that he had never given her the chance to have them.

Watching Elara go all out, and remembering his own family's appalling attitude, reality finally crashed down on him.

But it was too late.

His marriage to her was entirely in the past.

Soon, she would officially become Mrs. Croft. She would have absolutely nothing to do with him or his family ever again.

His eyes were hollow with grief. There was nothing more excruciating than watching someone slip away while being utterly powerless to stop it.

His sudden interruption made everyone in the room stop talking and turn toward the door.

Upon seeing who it was, they all instinctively looked at Scarlett.

"I already gave you my answer last time, Yardley."

"You keep begging me for mercy, but have you stopped to think about how vicious and selfish they were to me and Dawn?"

"If I had actually died in Country A, do you have any idea what would have happened to my mother and my daughter? Have you even considered that?"

She stared him dead in the eye, biting down hard on her lower lip.

His faint smile froze. He forced out a defense. "Nothing would have happened to them. I was here. I would have protected them."

She let out a cold, sharp laugh.

"By 'protected them,' you mean watching your mother and sister storm into my house and publicly demand to take Dawn away?"

Her temples throbbed. Suddenly, she didn't want to do this anymore.

Arguing with him was completely pointless. They were living in two entirely different realities.