He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 143

The box hit the floor with a sickening crash. The Hermès porcelain inside shattered into a dozen jagged pieces.

"Oops. Butterfingers," Helena said flatly, not giving Janetta an ounce of grace.

Janetta's eyes instantly filled with tears. "Sebastian, did I do something wrong? I swear, I just wanted to apologize to your wife."

"Enough," Sebastian barked, breaking his silence.

The hallway went dead quiet.

Tears spilled down Janetta's cheeks as she looked up at him. Sniffling, she crouched down and began reaching for the broken porcelain shards.

Helena stood completely still, watching the performance unfold.

"I said, enough," Sebastian's voice dropped to a dangerous pitch.

He grabbed Janetta's wrist, pulling her up to face him.

"Sebastian," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I really just wanted to make amends. I had no idea it was her birthday too, or I never would have put you in such a difficult position."

She looked at him with such profound guilt it was nauseating.

"Go to your appointment. Be good," Sebastian ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Janetta bit her lip, looking utterly pathetic, silently begging him to stay with her.

"Be good," he repeated, his voice hardening.

Sensing she had pushed him to the edge, Janetta wisely backed down. "Okay. I'll go to my checkup," she whispered.

Without waiting for a response, Helena turned on her heel and headed for the exit.

Her blatant disrespect instantly turned his expression murderous. He had tried talking to her nicely, and she had thrown it back in his face.

A harsh scoff escaped his lips. He closed the distance in three long strides, clamped a hand around her arm, and yanked her violently back against his chest.

"Sebastian!" she gasped in shock. Her pregnant body wasn't built for sudden, jarring movements. Instinctively, she threw her free hand over her stomach to protect the baby.

"You think just because I give you an inch, you can take a mile?" his voice was a deadly whisper. "You think you can just walk all over me?"

Helena didn't say a word, just glared up at him with fierce, stubborn eyes.

"You dropped that box on purpose, didn't you? She was standing right in front of you. If it had bounced, it could have hit her stomach. And did she yell at you? No. She made excuses for you!" he hissed, laying all the blame squarely on her shoulders.