He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 938

The crushing force on her wrist made Veronica gasp, all the color draining from her face. The umbrella clattered to the floor.

"Ah! It hurts! Let me go!" Veronica thrashed wildly, but she couldn't break his iron grip. Her resentment, anger, and jealousy spiraled completely out of control. "You're assaulting me for some outsider?! I am your legal wife!"

"Wife?" Yardley looked down at her, his eyes dripping with icy mockery, every word a dagger. "When you blackmailed me into signing that prenup to act as a human shield for your family, did you view me as a husband?"

"Stop throwing a childish tantrum."

"I'll warn you one last time. I view Sylvia as family. Don't you dare lay a finger on her."

Veronica froze, momentarily intimidated by the sheer venom in his eyes. But a second later, the memory of her morning humiliation came rushing back. The project was dead in the water, she was bleeding money, and after everything she had done to secure her family's survival, her own husband was siding with everyone else. Her hatred surged.

She glared at him, her eyes burning red, her voice dripping with malice.

"Fine. Great! So you're going to protect her?"

"If you cross me for this little bitch, don't expect me to show you any mercy!"

Yardley just felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

Their entire 'partnership' was a sham. The marriage was a calculated trap to drag Flynn Group down as Thorne Industries' sacrificial lamb for money laundering.

He saw Veronica for exactly what she was: a selfish, short-sighted parasite. And it officially killed any lingering sense of compromise he had left.

"I'll repay the debt I owe your family," Yardley said, his tone flat and resolute. "But the fact that you weaponized this marriage to drag me into your mess... we are going to settle that score, Veronica. Slowly."

Veronica faltered, suddenly unsettled by the absolute emotional detachment in his eyes.

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