He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 27

The color drained completely from her face.

They had been married for seven years. She knew exactly what he was about to do.

She didn't want this. She couldn't let it happen.

She was terrified he would hurt the baby.

The nightmare of her past miscarriage had never stopped haunting her.

But Sebastian seemed intent on agonizing psychological torture. Immobilized, all she could do was watch as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, one button at a time.

His sharply defined chest was exposed to the cool air.

He ripped off his silk tie and ruthlessly bound her flailing wrists together.

"Sebastian, let me go! Let me go!" she thrashed wildly, desperate to break free.

He leaned down, pressing his heavy frame flush against hers, and scoffed. "Do you know what you look like right now? You're just a calculating schemer trying to pull every stunt in the book to get my attention."

"How could you ever compare to Janetta? She's an Ivy League graduate and an award-winning superstar. And you? You didn't even finish college. If it hadn't been for Grandpa forcing this marriage for good luck when he was sick, do you honestly think you ever would have been allowed to join the Hayes family?"

"..."

"You just want me to look at you, so why are you acting like this now? I'm simply giving you exactly what you asked for."

His words were dripping with spite and malice.

His hands moved to strip away her defenses. The sudden chill against her bare skin sent a violent shudder through her body.

Taking her bare was no longer a matter of pleasure; it was purely designed to inflict pain.

In the past, he had at least been patient, taking the time to arouse her before fully claiming her.

But now, he was treating her like nothing more than a convenient release, likely because Janetta's pregnancy meant he couldn't touch her.

Crushed beneath him, Helena fought back with everything she had.

She refused to submit. The very idea made her sick to her stomach.

"Stop faking it! You're just ruining the mood," he growled, refusing to back off.

Tears finally spilled over her lashes, tracing hot paths down her cheeks.

It was a toxic mixture of powerlessness, grief, and the crushing despair of being backed into an inescapable corner.

Caught off balance by the blow, he tumbled off the edge of the sofa and crashed hard into the adjacent coffee table.

The vintage table had sharp, unforgiving corners. Almost instantly, fresh blood rapidly soaked through the thick bandages on his right arm.

The surgical stitches ripped apart, sending a blinding wave of agony through him.

But he didn't even flinch. He just stared up at her, utterly shell-shocked by the strike.

Helena, however, remained chillingly calm. She didn't move an inch to help him, simply sitting there panting for breath.

Sebastian's brow furrowed in utter confusion.

In the past, she would have already thrown herself at his feet, crying hysterically while checking on his injury.

But right now, she was staring down at him with the cold, dead eyes of a total stranger.

Without breaking eye contact, she grabbed her phone and calmly dialed for an ambulance.

"Hello. This is Helena Wallace. Mr. Hayes is currently at my apartment. Please send a medical team. His stitches have torn open." Every single syllable she spoke was practically laced in ice.

She rattled off her address and hung up before the dispatcher could even reply.