After tossing the phone aside, she stood up and quietly looked down at him.
Whether out of grief or pure exhaustion, tears finally began streaming down her face entirely against her will.
The blood from his arm was pooling onto the hardwood floor.
The heavy metallic scent hit the air, making her violently nauseous.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, desperately holding back a gag.
Sebastian finally snapped out of his daze.
Completely ignoring his torn stitches, he braced himself against the table with his left hand and shoved himself to his feet.
He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.
Her heart pounded erratically as she backed away on instinct.
"Get out. Get the hell out of my house!" she shrieked.
His gaze remained fixed on her, sharp as a blade.
Blood dripped steadily from his fingertips, his complexion draining to a sickly pallor.
Yet he didn't stop moving.
He advanced until her back hit the wall, caging her in once more.
"Get away from me! Get out!" she screamed, her throat tearing with the force of her devastation.
"Helena," he interrupted. His tone was chillingly calm.
She finally fell silent. Their eyes locked in a violent, invisible clash.
"Do you really feel so incredibly wronged by your time in this family?" he demanded.
She didn't answer.
"The Hayes family has never mistreated you. We've given you a life of absolute luxury. All you had to do was play the role of Mrs. Hayes and take care of Grandpa. You knew perfectly well from the beginning of this arrangement that you would never get my heart. So what exactly are you whining about?"
He pushed even further, merciless. "To me, you are nothing but a convenient tool. What else did you honestly expect? My love?"
He maintained his blank expression, slowly releasing his grip on her.
Her jaw trembled, but she refused to look away. She was finally going to say the words she had buried deep in her chest for years, and she was going to make sure he heard them clearly.
"You're right. Our marriage was nothing but a ridiculous farce from the very beginning. I was just a tool for the Hayes family, and I was stupid to expect anything more. I finally see that now."
She took a deep, shuddering breath before dealing the final blow. "I want a divorce."
His face changed instantly. "What did you just say? Repeat that."
"I said, I want a divorce," she repeated slowly, making it terrifyingly clear that this was not a bluff.
As the words left her lips, she realized they were much easier to say than she had ever imagined.
"I already drafted the papers, and I've signed them. Don't worry, I don't want a single cent of the Hayes family money. I'm leaving with exactly what I brought in."
She pressed on, not giving him a second to interrupt. "The papers are already—"
But before she could finish, his phone buzzed violently in his pocket.

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