He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 236

Finally, the suffocating mix of worry, guilt, responsibility, and fear pushed Sebastian to dial her back.

He reasoned that as long as she softened her stance and came back obediently, he would let the whole ordeal go.

Clinging to that thought, he waited patiently for the line to connect.

The reality, however, was a sharp slap to the face.

Her phone was turned off.

It was a direct mockery of his arrogant assumptions.

His slightly relaxed expression instantly morphed into a dangerous scowl.

A wave of bitter displeasure crashed over him.

So, she still refused to know her place, did she?

He stared at the screen until a cold, automated female voice echoed in the quiet room.

"The number you have dialed is currently powered off."

He hurled the phone straight at the wall.

The screen shattered on impact.

Ignoring the wreckage, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The moonlight stretched his shadow across the floor, making his silhouette look exceptionally menacing.

The air in the study was so thick with tension it was terrifying.

Meanwhile—

At Boston International Airport.

Janetta stared blankly at her phone, her eyes red and rimmed with tears.

Her fingers curled into tight fists.

The soft, breathless moans over the line—she had heard them perfectly.

Of course she knew exactly what Sebastian and Helena had been doing.

It was a sickening wave of resentment.

She had been with him for years, yet he had never laid a hand on her.

It wasn't that she didn't want him to; it was that he always held back.

At first, he blamed it on her fragile health.

Later on, he stopped giving excuses, but she knew the real reason.

It was because he was married.

He was a man who wouldn't cross the line of infidelity within his marriage.

Helena was the real homewrecker, yet Janetta had somehow been twisted into the role of the other woman by the public.

Year after year she waited, and still, she had nothing to show for it.

To her surprise, when she walked into the kitchen, she saw Sebastian.

He was eating the dessert she had made last night.

When his eyes met hers, his gaze was calm, completely stripped of yesterday's violent hostility.

For a split second, her nerves pulled taut.

She braced herself, wondering how he was going to settle the score from last night.

Instead, he simply glanced at her and asked mildly, "You're awake?"

She didn't reply.

He didn't seem to mind. "The bread is quite good. Bake a larger batch next time."

With that, he turned around, poured her a glass of milk, plated a slice of cake, and even whipped up some eggs.

Helena remained entirely silent throughout the exchange.

The way he was acting made her dizzyingly confused, as if last night had been nothing but a fever dream.

Seeing her standing frozen, he stated flatly, "Eat."

It was a command.

Driven by instinct, she moved to the dining table and sat down beside him.

"Stop staring at me. It's Sunday. I'm not going to the office," he said concisely, perfectly aware of the unspoken question in her eyes.