He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 949

Yardley slumped in his oversized leather office chair, his brow deeply furrowed as a half-smoked cigarette burned between his fingers.

On the corner of his desk sat a framed photo of Dawn. He had taken it secretly at the park when Zara wasn't looking, then had it printed and framed. He kept it there so that whenever the stress of the day became too much, he could look at his daughter’s face.

His computer screen saver was a candid photo of Scarlett from her early days working at Flynn Group. In the picture, she still had that youthful innocence, her signature short hair framing her face as she offered a sweet, bright smile to the camera. It was a snapshot of the earnest, adorable girl she used to be.

Time was a ruthless thief, stealing the beauty of their past and leaving only bitter reality in its wake.

He didn't understand why other people found fresh starts and new joy in their second marriages, while his own heart remained entirely anchored to the past. He missed his daughter with an agonizing intensity. Sometimes, he dreamt he was holding her tiny hand, pressing gentle kisses to her soft cheeks.

And he missed Scarlett. He missed the early days of their relationship, when she looked at him with pure adoration, treating him like he was the center of her universe. He simply could not accept the reality that his wife and daughter were no longer his. And he especially couldn't stomach the fact that Scarlett was now another man’s wife.

Looking back, everything that had happened felt like a waking nightmare.

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