He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 922

"When Scarlett divorced you without a second thought, she probably figured out you were completely useless in bed! No wonder you couldn't keep her, and had to watch her turn around and marry Julian Croft, getting treated like an absolute princess..."

"Shut up!" Yardley growled, his chest heaving with dark fury, the veins bulging on his neck.

He looked at Veronica's face—still slightly swollen, her makeup smudged—and then scanned the filthy, chaotic room that lacked even a shred of elegance.

Uncontrollably, his mind flashed to Scarlett. He remembered how clean, radiant, gentle, and effortlessly put-together she always was. He remembered the lingering warmth and profound intimacy they used to share.

The sheer, brutal contrast struck him like a physical blow, and a tidal wave of suffocating regret washed over him.

Unable to hold back any longer, Yardley violently shoved the woman off him. Caught off guard, Veronica stumbled backward and fell onto the soft mattress, staring at him in utter disbelief.

"You pushed me?!"

He stood up straight, his tall frame imposing, but his eyes were entirely dead. "I'm not in the mood tonight. Just go to sleep and don't provoke me again."

Every word was dripping with ice, devoid of any warmth, completely severing any possibility of intimacy.

Watching his cold, distant back, Veronica felt a mix of anger and grievance, her eyes turning red. Waves of bitter resentment churned inside her.

Leaning against the headboard, she grabbed her phone and began scrolling mindlessly to distract herself.

Suddenly, she realized her entire social media feed was overflowing with videos of a spectacular drone show. Just a few minutes ago, in the early hours of the morning, a breathtakingly massive drone display had lit up the sky over Bay City. Endless clips and updates from friends and locals flooded her timeline.

Against the backdrop of the deep blue night sky, thousands of drones had taken flight, moving like a river of stars, shifting and dancing in perfect harmony. The light show was dazzling yet incredibly romantic.

Veronica's finger froze. Just as she was wondering what kind of man would pull off something this extravagantly romantic for a woman, she clicked on a high-definition video.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her phone, consumed by envy.

Finally, unable to endure it a second longer, she hurled her phone violently at Yardley's sleeping form!

"How the hell can you sleep?! Look at them, and then look at you! Your ex-wife is probably swooning from happiness right now, and you're just laying there!"

The viciousness buried deep in Veronica's personality completely erupted as she screamed at him.

Yardley had just drifted off when the phone smashed into his forehead. The sharp, sudden pain instantly sent his temper skyrocketing. And her vulgar screaming was the final straw.

Staring at the aggressive woman glaring down at him, he raised his hand, desperately wanting to slap her across the face.