He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 145

Sebastian was punishing her for her defiance. If she wouldn't let him see Janetta, he would find other ways to make her life a living hell.

Helena understood the sick game perfectly. She wanted to fight back, but she was trapped. Not only was he physically stronger, but he held Wynn's life in the palm of his hand.

She had zero leverage.

With a brutal shove, Sebastian forced her down toward the tile floor.

"Pick them up. All of them," he commanded.

The porcelain had shattered into razor-sharp splinters. As Helena reached out, her fingers grazed the jagged edges. Instantly, the sharp ceramic sliced into her skin.

Bright red blood pooled against the white tile, a stark, sickening contrast. The shards dug deeper into her flesh, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the stinging pain.

"Pick it up," he repeated, completely oblivious to the blood, demanding total obedience.

Helena crouched there, her pregnant belly making the posture agonizing. She lowered her head and slowly began gathering the broken pieces.

She didn't cry out. She didn't beg for mercy. She refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking her.

Sebastian stood over her like a stone statue, watching her work. Suddenly, his eyes caught the smear of crimson on the white porcelain, and his expression shifted.

"Did you do that on purpose?" he snapped, yanking her up by her arm.

Blood was dripping from her index and middle fingers.

"Did you cut yourself just to make me feel sorry for you?" he demanded, his face tight with fury. "Or are you trying to work yourself into a panic so you miscarry my son?"

Helena didn't say a word. She just stared at him, her pale face set in pure, unyielding defiance.

Her silent resistance made him curse under his breath.

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