He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 124

Her eerie calm stood in stark contrast to the buzzing excitement of the venue.

"Happy birthday, Goddess Ramirez!" The energy in the room had reached a fever pitch.

Staff members rolled out a towering cake, signaling it was time for the birthday wishes and the cake-cutting ceremony.

Helena remained rooted to the spot, entirely unfazed.

Then, she suddenly redialed Janetta's number.

Janetta's Assistant hurried over and whispered something in her ear.

From Helena's vantage point, she caught the exact moment Janetta's expression slipped.

It was a micro-expression, almost imperceptible.

Janetta immediately began scanning the crowd on pure instinct.

Helena knew she was looking for her.

She stood dead still, boldly allowing Janetta to search the room until their eyes met.

And then, Janetta finally spotted her.

Helena offered Janetta a serene, chilling smile.

It was the exact same mocking smile Janetta had weaponized against Helena time and time again.

Now, Helena was returning the favor in full.

For the very first time, she saw genuine fear and panic flash in Janetta's eyes.

A sudden, intoxicating rush of vindication washed over Helena.

After years of being ground into the dirt and forced into submission by this woman, the tables had spectacularly turned.

She maintained her position, exuding quiet confidence.

Because she knew better than anyone just how obsessed Janetta was with her public image.

At an event like this, Janetta would never allow herself to slip up. She would force herself to stick to the script, no matter how much she was panicking inside.

Janetta was incredibly fragile; beneath the bravado, she couldn't actually handle real pressure.

The only reason she survived in this ruthless circle was because Sebastian shielded her from everything. No one dared cross her.

Helena didn't look away from her target.

She pulled out her phone and deliberately dialed Sebastian's number.

Watching Helena's movements, Janetta's heart practically stopped.

This was the first time she had absolutely no idea what Helena was planning.

She had always treated Helena like a spineless pushover.

Someone who wouldn't dare fight back, even when trampled on.

But at this moment, she saw an unfamiliar, unbreakable resolve in Helena's eyes.

Because she knew Helena was the one calling.

"Seb, ignore the phone, please? Everyone is waiting for us," Janetta pleaded, falling back on her tried-and-true tactics.

She looked up at him, the perfect picture of a wronged, obedient girl.

Sebastian had never been able to say no to that look.

And it was true—the media, their friends, and the fans were all waiting for them to take the stage.

"Take the call later. Please," Janetta begged, tugging at him sweetly.

"Fine," Sebastian agreed with a curt nod.

"I knew you were the best. Let's go," Janetta said, linking her arm through his.

Sebastian didn't pull away.

But for some reason, a heavy, suffocating sense of dread began to pool in his chest, growing stronger by the second.

Accompanying that creeping anxiety was the frantic, unrelenting vibration of his phone in his pocket.

Normally, he wouldn't have given it a second thought.

But this time, driven by an unexplainable urge, Sebastian pulled the phone out and glanced at the screen.

It was a call from Helena.