He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 106

Her voice remained remarkably steady as she made her stance perfectly clear. Sophia fell quiet. Having been her best friend for years, she was intimately familiar with the Wallace family's tragic history. Eventually, Sophia groaned in absolute frustration. "But what exactly is this situation? Does Sebastian think he can just keep two women on standby? Does he think he's some ancient emperor with a harem? That era is dead and gone!" By the end of her rant, she was practically shaking with rage on her friend's behalf. She knew how deeply Helena had loved him. It was precisely that lingering love that allowed him to manipulate her so effortlessly. Sophia was terrified that the emotional warfare would eventually destroy her best friend completely. The chilling thought forced her back into a tense silence. "Sophia, I haven't given up on the divorce," Helena said softly. The firm admission caught Sophia off guard, but she kept her mouth shut, waiting patiently for her to elaborate. Helena let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. "Janetta is pregnant. That baby is a reality. We can never go back to how things were, and I can't just pretend her child doesn't exist. She's the love of his life. How could he ever abandon her baby?" Looking down, she rested both hands protectively over her own stomach, a suffocating exhaustion pooling in her eyes. "But I also can't bring myself to be cruel enough to abort my own child. And I still remember how well Grandpa treated me. I just want to find a compromise," she explained, emphasizing every painful word. "Lena, do you truly believe that?" Sophia challenged softly. "Yes." The answer was immediate and resolute. Sophia's lips parted, but she swallowed the harsh truth before it could spill out. As an outsider, she could see the board clearly. Sebastian had Helena in a complete chokehold, weaponizing her greatest weaknesses. Even if she planned to run, he would undoubtedly move heaven and earth to block her path. When it came to sheer, ruthless cunning, Helena was completely outmatched. The most agonizing truth of all was that Helena still loved him—that was the only reason she had endured the torment for so long. The firm resolve she was projecting right now felt dangerously fragile to Sophia. The wild card in all of this was Sebastian himself. "As long as you've thought it through, Lena," Sophia murmured. "I have," she agreed. "Once I verify Wynn's condition, and Lance gets the US visa sorted out, I'll take Wynn and leave the country. Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing." Sophia didn't argue any further. Just then, the butler jogged down the hall looking frantic. "Mrs. Hayes, the boss refuses to let anyone else change his bandages. He's demanding you come upstairs." "I'll handle it," she replied casually. The butler practically slumped in relief. The butler was intimately aware of the toxic cold war constantly brewing between the couple. He was absolutely terrified she would wash her hands of the situation, leaving the staff to face the brunt of Sebastian's explosive rage. And even when they weren't at each other's throats, Sebastian was completely intolerable when injured. Helena was the only one who could manage his temper; no one else could even get close. Outsiders might be clueless, but the butler knew the dynamic inside out. Even Janetta couldn't pacify him like this. Sometimes, the butler honestly wasn't sure who was more dangerously dependent on the other. She climbed the stairs and pushed the study door open. Sebastian wore a murderous expression, currently tearing one of his executives apart over a video call. A maid was trembling in the corner, too petrified to take a step forward. Scattered files and a shattered coffee mug littered the floor—the casualties of his earlier fit of rage. The medical supplies and fresh bandages were sitting untouched on the desk.