He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 177

Helena froze, completely caught off guard by his explanation.

She stared at him quietly. "Your brother-in-law told you that?"

Wynn nodded eagerly. "Yeah. He explained everything to me the second it happened."

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over her.

Sebastian had orchestrated the entire narrative flawlessly. By brainwashing Wynn first, he had completely stripped away her ability to defend herself.

A bitter, self-deprecating laugh bubbled up in her throat.

What could she even say? Tell him the horrific truth?

And push his fragile mind into a complete breakdown?

She couldn't do it, and Sebastian knew damn well she would never take that risk.

Everything had to play out exactly according to his twisted script.

"Lena, he really does treat you so well," Wynn said, his eyes filled with absolute sincerity.

She just gave a noncommittal hum, refusing to entertain the topic any further. "Just rest up and focus on your health, okay? And remember, when you eventually go back out into the world, don't trust people so easily. Everyone wears different masks."

Her words made him pause.

Honestly, his memory was still a hazy, fractured mess.

His brain had blocked out the most agonizing, traumatic moments of his past.

So when she suddenly dropped that piece of advice, he went completely still, as if struggling to grasp a fleeting thought.

A sharp pain spiked through his head. She noticed instantly, the color draining from her face.

"Wynn, stop overthinking. I just meant... if you keep praising your brother-in-law like that, I'm going to start thinking you like him more than you like me," she lied smoothly, throwing together a believable excuse. "That's all I meant."

The explanation seemed to ground him, and he gave a slow nod.

He looked up at her with a bright smile. "That'll never happen. You're the best person in the whole wide world, Lena."

He spoke with absolute, unfiltered honesty.

His eyes were wide, pure, and completely innocent.

Right now, his mental capacity was barely that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Her tone was the picture of wide-eyed innocence, as if she were completely flustered by his sudden arrival.

As if she hadn't meticulously planned for him to find out.

"Werent you busy keeping... your wife company?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.

His eyes darkened as he stared at her, not saying a word.

Today, she was wearing a form-fitting cotton maxi dress that made her baby bump glaringly obvious.

Her slender, delicate frame only made her look even more pitiful and in need of protection.

And her beautiful face was etched with profound misery.

Seeing her like this, the fiery irritation in his chest instantly cooled.

She was carrying a child, after all. He couldn't just abandon her.

"Didn't I tell you to put all your work on hold? Why on earth do you need to fly out of the country right now?" he asked, his voice softening considerably.

The lounge was dead silent, the security detail having already cleared out the area.