He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 962

He had traded true love for cold calculation. He had traded peace for a living nightmare.

"I was wrong for letting my family get away with everything, too," Yardley continued, stripping away his final layers of defense. "I knew how cruel my mother and Melanie were. I watched them pick you apart, criticize you, and make your life hell, and I did nothing. I let them break you down. I told myself that family shouldn't sweat the small stuff, completely forgetting that you were someone's cherished daughter, too. You never deserved the abuse you endured in the Flynn family."

"I made you endure a freezing, lonely marriage. I forced you to survive countless nights crying alone. I am so sorry."

It was the first time in Yardley's life that he had ever bowed his head, openly admitting his selfishness, arrogance, and sheer incompetence. The high-and-mighty Mr. Flynn, a man who had coasted through life on a golden path, had never humbled himself like this for anyone.

Scarlett listened quietly. A faint sting pricked her nose, and the moisture in her eyes lingered.

The years of suppressed grievance, bitterness, and regret had finally been given a belated answer.

It wasn't that she didn't resent him anymore; she simply didn't care enough to hold onto the resentment.

"As long as you know," Scarlett said softly, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath. When she opened them again, every trace of vulnerability had vanished, replaced by an impenetrable, crystalline calm.

"Yardley, I didn't ask you this today to get an apology, and I certainly didn't do it to watch you grovel in your misery."

"I just wanted to remind you that in this life, every choice comes with a price tag. Every time you were stubborn, every time you dismissed me, every time you betrayed my trust—it all built the reality you are living in right now. And you have to own it."

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