He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 195

Sebastian remained in his office, his hands clasped behind his back.

He stared out the window, his gaze heavy with unspoken implications.

Helena hadn't lied about this; Janetta had orchestrated the entire thing.

He really had misunderstood her, and he had treated her with inexcusable brutality because of it.

Thinking back to the stubborn, resentful glare she had leveled at him, he couldn't deny the knot tightening in his chest.

A nearly imperceptible flicker of guilt pierced through him.

Guilt over how he had handled her, maybe even a twisted sort of pity.

But that emotion was instantly crushed under the weight of his ego.

As if it had never existed in the first place.

The way he saw it...

Helena had never possessed any power in this marriage.

She was the one who had practically begged to join the Hayes family.

She was reaping exactly what she had sown. She deserved this!

Why should he feel sorry for her?

So what if she was innocent in this particular incident?

To him, she was nothing more than a tool.

A pawn didn't have the luxury of claiming innocence.

Armed with that justification, his demeanor turned even colder.

His eyes drifted to the phone on his desk. He picked it up, flipping it casually in his palm.

After a long moment, he dialed Janetta's number.

When the call connected, he waited patiently for her to speak first.

"Sebastian," she murmured after a beat, her voice laced with a delicate, tearful vulnerability.

He couldn't see her, but over in Boston, Janetta was staring into the mirror, unable to hide her triumphant smile.

He had reached out to her.

She knew he wouldn't abandon her or leave her rotting in Boston.

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