He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 135

Sebastian lowered his gaze, concealing his rising irritation.

He would never intentionally embarrass Janetta to her face.

But her constant, passive-aggressive reminders were starting to grate on his nerves.

It felt entirely too deliberate.

His patience abruptly vanished. "I'm busy right now. I'll call you later," he said, his voice clipped.

Janetta was far too clever to miss the sudden shift in his tone.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you now. Go back to work," she quickly replied.

"Yeah." Seeing her back down so obediently eased some of his annoyance.

She hung up immediately.

Sebastian tossed his phone onto the counter.

He fixed Helena with an icy stare. "Satisfied? As requested, I'm staying here. So you better keep your word and stay in line."

She was stunned.

No one understood Janetta's importance to him better than she did.

He had never once chosen her over his mistress.

But this time—

She quickly dropped her head, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.

She wasn't naive enough to think he stayed for her.

He stayed for the baby.

That was her only leverage.

He didn't love her, and he never would.

And that was fine. At least now she didn't have to constantly watch her back, waiting for him to plunge the knife in. She could finally focus on handling her affairs.

"I'll do what I promised," she replied coolly. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to lie down."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed back to the master bedroom.

She was drained to the bone.

Every conversation with him felt like running a marathon.

And just like that, the last shreds of his self-control snapped.

"Ah!" Helena gasped.

Sebastian's predatory gaze was heavy, burning with unmistakable hunger.

He shoved her onto the bed.

The sudden force knocked the breath out of her, leaving her scrambling to push herself up.

Sebastian's large hands clamped down on her waist, locking her in place before she could even try to escape.

He hovered over her, trapping her beneath his dominant frame.

The proximity was suffocating.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?!" she demanded, panic lacing her voice.

Her slender hands pressed hard against his chest, pushing back with pure, stubborn defiance.

The moment the words left her mouth, she was already thrashing, fighting back.

She was desperate to break free from his crushing hold.