He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 171

Helena Wallace remained completely expressionless.

But she could sense that Sebastian Hayes had eased his grip.

It wasn't a gesture of tenderness, but a slower, more deliberate kind of torment.

In bed, no one knew Helena better than Sebastian.

He knew exactly how to corner her, step by agonizing step, until she had nowhere left to run.

His condescending posture mirrored that of a ruthless king gazing down at his personal property.

The dominance seeped into her very bones.

It wasn't until Helena was completely drained of strength that Sebastian finally let her go.

The moment he released her, Helena gathered every last ounce of her remaining energy and slapped him hard right across his face.

"Sebastian, I wish you were dead!" Helena screamed at him.

Sebastian's head snapped to the side, a thin line of blood welling up at the corner of his mouth.

It was obvious just how much force Helena had put into that strike.

"Helena, even if you hate my guts, you're staying right here by my side." He dragged her back down into hell with every cold syllable. "Unless I'm dead. Understand?"

With that, Sebastian abruptly let her go.

Helena collapsed limply against the mattress.

Nothing but absolute despair and resentment lingered in her eyes.

The room descended into a dead silence, yet it still pulsed with the suffocating intimacy from moments before.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Helena and Sebastian were trapped in an extremely twisted dynamic.

Wynn Wallace's sheer admiration and absolute trust in Sebastian meant he didn't suspect a single thing was wrong between the married couple.

Helena couldn't risk triggering Wynn's fragile state, so she had no choice but to swallow her pain and endure.

Sebastian expertly manipulated her delicate situation.

The tenderness he displayed in front of Wynn was like pure poison—a final, sweet comfort offered right before the execution.

"What are you making?" Sebastian reached out and wrapped his arms around Helena from behind.

Helena was in the kitchen simmering a pot of soup, hoping to nourish Wynn's frail health. She hadn't even realized Sebastian had returned home.

The instant his arms closed around her, her nerves pulled taut.

Sebastian knew exactly what she was thinking, but he kept pushing her. "Wife, you can't just forget about your hubby the second your brother is around, right?"

Wynn cleared his throat with a light chuckle. "Brother-in-law, she'd never do that. My sister loves you way too much."

Sebastian flashed Wynn a brilliant smile. "You're right. I'm the love of her life."

Their casual conversation was laced with a razor-sharp tension, every word dripping with veiled provocation.

Helena was pinned under his control, completely paralyzed.

Let alone speaking up to defend herself.

Realizing he might be playing the third wheel, Wynn turned his wheelchair around and tactfully left the room.

Sebastian still didn't let go of Helena.

This time, she shoved him away herself, her face an unreadable mask. "Sebastian, are you enjoying this?"

"Very much so. Why wouldn't I? Watching you desperately want to fight back but knowing you can't... it's incredibly entertaining," Sebastian scoffed.

Helena's hand rested near the bubbling pot, and for a fleeting second, she visualized dumping the scalding broth right over him.

But she held back.

Sebastian lowered his head and suddenly pressed a kiss to her lips.