He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 113

These twisted emotions gnawed at Helena, suffocating her until she could barely draw a breath.

A sharp cramp seized her lower abdomen, and she blindly grabbed at his hand. "Sebastian, my stomach... it hurts..."

Her voice came out in broken, breathless gasps.

Sebastian looked down into her eyes, suddenly irritated.

"Helena, using a stomach ache as an excuse every single time is getting pathetic. I asked the doctor. After twelve weeks, the pregnancy is stable. Drop the act. Enough is enough." He didn't believe a word of it.

With that, he roughly repositioned her, turning her back to him.

At that exact moment, his phone buzzed.

It was sitting on the nightstand, perfectly within Helena's line of sight.

The caller ID read Janetta Ramirez.

Sebastian noticed it immediately.

Without missing a beat, he reached for the phone.

It was pure reflex. He didn't want Janetta to wait even a second, terrified she might feel neglected.

Helena thought about all the times she had tried to call him.

He would let it ring endlessly, making her wait over and over again.

Only when he suddenly remembered her existence would he lazily pick up.

He wouldn't even let her finish a sentence before hanging up out of sheer impatience.

Everything was always framed as her fault.

She was the unreasonable one; she was the one throwing tantrums.

But when it came to Janetta, everything was justified. Janetta was always right.

Even in bed, he wouldn't let Janetta wait a single second.

A chilling numbness washed over Helena.

It was pure, unadulterated humiliation.

Desperation kicked in, and she tried to wrench herself free from his grip.

She felt like nothing more than a disposable toy.

What gave him the right?

They were supposed to be getting a divorce.

In an instant, Sebastian's expression darkened.

His gaze turned utterly lethal.

This wasn't just resistance; it was blatant, undeniable provocation.

She had stomped on every boundary he had, completely disregarding the consequences.

Sebastian let out a cold scoff.

On the other end of the line, completely oblivious to the tension, Janetta cooed sweetly.

"Seb, can you come over a bit earlier tomorrow? I want you to help me pick out my outfit," she asked, her tone eager to please.

Provoked by Helena, his response to Janetta came out a bit more distracted than usual.

He offered a casual hum of agreement.

Seizing the moment, Helena shoved against him, trying to escape his hold.

But Sebastian was faster.

He tossed the phone aside on the mattress without ending the call.

Janetta's sweet voice continued to drift from the speaker, and this time, Helena heard every single word with agonizing clarity.