He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 11

As soon as Helena stepped into the villa, the butler greeted her.

"Mrs. Hayes, Mr. Hayes asked that you return his call," the butler relayed Sebastian's message verbatim.

Helena paused, glancing down at her phone, only to realize the battery was completely dead.

Why would Sebastian be calling her?

Her mind drifted back to running into Janetta Ramirez at the hospital after her IV drip.

Had Janetta gone crying to him?

Lowering her gaze, Helena finally murmured, "Alright, I'll call him back in a moment."

The butler didn't press further, stepping aside quietly.

By the time Helena returned to her room, it was already ten o'clock at night.

She plugged her phone into the charger. As the screen lit up, notifications flooded in—countless missed calls, all from Sebastian.

If he hadn't stepped out on their marriage, she might have actually believed he was worried about her coming home late.

Now, Helena only wanted to see exactly how ruthless he could be.

Steading her nerves, she dialed his number.

Before she could even utter a word, Sebastian's harsh voice lashed out. "Helena, I told you to stay away from her. She's pregnant. She can't handle any stress right now."

Just as she suspected. Janetta had played the victim.

"Did she complain to you?" Helena asked, her voice eerily calm and composed.

"Janetta isn't like that. The bodyguards saw it happen." Sebastian was entirely focused on defending his mistress. "From start to finish, she hasn't said a single negative word about you. She has absolutely no intention of stealing your position as Mrs. Hayes. You're the one vilifying her."

Helena just listened.

So, it was all her fault.

The same Janetta who had maliciously provoked her was now playing the innocent, wronged little woman in front of Sebastian.

And Helena had been cast as the aggressive, unreasonable villain.

"Sebastian," Helena suddenly called his name.

She walked into the walk-in closet and pulled out a suitcase, flipping it open.

Inside the massive closet, her clothes and Sebastian's were arranged in pristine order.

Helena used to insist on organizing everything herself. Leaning against these racks, surrounded by their shared life, made the marriage feel a little more real.

Now, she knew it was all self-deception.

Moving methodically, she packed her everyday clothes into the suitcase.

It struck her then. After living in the Hayes estate for seven years, everything she could truly call her own fit into a single small, twenty-four-inch suitcase.

By the time she finished, her back ached—a harsh reminder of her fragile pregnancy.

She sat carefully on the edge of the bed.

Resting her slender hand over her flat stomach, her voice softened into a gentle whisper.

"You have to be good for me, okay, baby?" she coaxed.

She knew it was barely a life yet, but this child had already become her only anchor in the world.