Janetta offered a gracious wave to the fans who couldn't score invitations, gesturing for her staff to pass out red envelopes and milk tea to the crowd.
After flashing a few more perfect smiles for the press, she gracefully made her way inside the hotel.
Ten minutes later, Sebastian's sleek vehicle pulled up to the red carpet.
The moment he stepped out, the atmosphere exploded into a frenzy.
He frowned, his expression turning even stormier.
He hadn't expected her to pull such a massive stunt in Riverton.
When he had casually asked her manager about the party plans a few days ago, none of this had been mentioned.
But the reality of the situation dawned on him quickly.
This was entirely Janetta's orchestration.
Her manager wouldn't dare lie to him without her direct orders.
And by doing this, she was forcefully backing him into a corner, pushing him to publicly acknowledge their relationship.
She would never admit to such manipulation out loud, but she had a history of pulling these calculated little stunts.
Sebastian wasn't an idiot. He saw right through it.
But he tolerated it out of guilt.
For years, she had stayed by his side, never complaining, always putting his needs first.
Even now, supposedly pregnant, she wasn't demanding a marriage certificate or causing a major scandal, always claiming she put the bigger picture first.
Because of that, he let her get away with these public theatrics.
He turned a blind eye.
But that didn't mean he was oblivious to being played.
He reined in his annoyance and stepped onto the carpet with practiced composure.
The press swarmed immediately. Having been tipped off, Janetta was already waiting at the entrance to greet him.
"Seb, you made it," she beamed, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
She practically glided over to him.
Without missing a beat, he wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.
Looking up at him through her lashes, she made sure everyone could see the devotion in her eyes. "Let's head inside, Seb. Everyone's waiting for us."
Every word, every subtle touch screamed intimacy, sending a clear message to the world that they were much more than business partners.
Sebastian didn't pull away, giving her the public validation she craved.
Together, they walked into the grand venue.
At that exact moment, Helena was walking through the sterile halls of the hospital, where the doctor was already waiting for her.
Through the glass window of the ICU, she finally saw Wynn. He lay motionless on the bed, hooked up to an intricate web of tubes and beeping monitors.
It was the first time she had laid eyes on her brother in years.
The crushing weight of her suppressed grief instantly shattered.
Her throat tightened painfully, and hot tears spilled over her cheeks.
The vibrant, sunny boy she remembered was now a fragile shell, hovering on the brink of death.
She couldn't even fathom the horrors he had endured.
But she quickly wiped her tears away, composing herself, and hurried toward the ICU doors.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him