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.

"Don't try to fight me, Lena. You can't win," he said after a long silence. "Just be good for a while. Don't start fights, and we can live in peace. Understand?"

"So this is your strategy? A slap in the face followed by a piece of candy?" she asked, meeting his gaze dead-on.

He neither confirmed nor denied it, but the arrogant confidence in his eyes was answer enough.

"Lena," he murmured, his tone suddenly dropping into something devastatingly tender.

He was a complete psycho. He could flip between violent rage and heartbreaking tenderness without missing a beat. When he looked at her with that profound, soulful gaze and called her 'Lena,' it almost tricked her into believing he actually loved her.

If she let her guard down for even a second, she would fall right back into his trap.

"I keep my promises. I don't want a repeat of what happened today. Got it?" he finished, making it sound like he was giving her a choice.

Helena looked down, her mind racing. Then, she looked up and gave him a bright, empty smile. "Sure. Then you have to promise to let me see Wynn. His doctor said he's stable and doing much better. Can I go see him now?"