He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 937

The heavy metal frame of the umbrella arced violently toward Sylvia's back.

Veronica's eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted into a mask of pure, demonic rage.

The humiliation she had choked down at the construction site, the public embarrassment, the dread of the regulatory freeze—all of it collided with the toxic jealousy burning in her veins, exploding in this single moment.

In her eyes, Yardley had abandoned her on their wedding night to defend her rivals.

And now, in broad daylight, he was hiding in his office, holding the woman he had always lusted after. He was practically grinding her dignity as his legal wife into the dirt.

"Sylvia, you little bitch!" Veronica's ear-piercing scream echoed through the office.

Sylvia didn't even have time to react. Hearing the whistling wind behind her, she froze in terror and squeezed her eyes shut.

Yardley’s eyes turned deadly cold. He wrapped his arm around Sylvia and forcefully yanked her behind him.

The next second, the heavy umbrella slammed brutally into Yardley's back.

A sickening thud rang out. The sheer force of the blow sent a numb, stinging pain radiating down his shoulder.

Sylvia stood frozen behind him, trembling violently.

Yardley's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. The temperature in the room plummeted to absolute zero.

He slowly lifted his gaze to the deranged woman in front of him, his eyes entirely devoid of warmth, filled only with bone-deep disdain.

"Are you done acting like a psychopath, Veronica?" he asked, his voice a low, lethal whisper, exercising the utmost restraint.

Realizing she had hit him instead, and seeing him literally take a blow to protect Sylvia, Veronica's jealousy obliterated whatever sanity she had left.

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