He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 298

But all of Helena's communication lines were completely dead.

She had vanished without a trace.

Panicked, the two friends had no way to reach her.

They easily deduced that Sebastian had her locked away.

But without proof, and completely blind to what had actually transpired at the hospital, their hands were tied.

They were entirely powerless to stage a rescue.

However, desperate to soften the digital lynching,

Lance paid an army of public relations specialists to bury the worst of the hate.

It was a drop in the ocean.

Against the sheer venom of Janetta's cult-like following, their efforts were useless.

But the most damning factor was the evidence.

Tons of highly curated content began flooding the forums.

All perfectly positioning the narrative.

That Helena was a cold-blooded killer.

Even shaky cell phone footage of the bloody aftermath was leaked.

It was flawlessly orchestrated.

And the Hayes family PR machine did absolutely nothing to intervene.

It was a stark contrast to Sebastian parading her around just days prior, playing the devoted husband.

Their silence was a tacit endorsement of her execution.

Riverton was engulfed in the scandal of the decade.

Meanwhile, outside the OR.

Sebastian, Beau, and Grace stood in heavy silence, waiting for the surgery to finish.

Janetta was on the table for hours.

Halfway through, a nurse emerged. "Mr. Hayes, the fetus was lost. Would you like to see him?"

"Yes," he answered grimly.

Grace practically shoved past him to follow.

In a sterile side room, they were shown the tiny remains.

It was a boy.

The dagger had pierced straight through his underdeveloped heart.

Even though he had been cleaned, the sight was profoundly disturbing.

His eyes were shut tight.

He was impossibly small.

Because he was premature, the delicate, purplish veins were still visible beneath translucent skin.

He barely knew Helena, and he certainly wasn't close to her.

But he knew enough to realize she wasn't capable of such savagery.

She was remarkably level-headed.

If she wasn't, the toxic cesspool of the Hayes family would have driven her mad years ago.

She had endured seven years of abuse before finally demanding out.

That alone was a testament to her ironclad patience.

She was the one who filed for divorce.

Anyone with eyes could see she genuinely wanted to escape.

The only reason she was still trapped was because Sebastian refused to let her go.

And now, he had finally signed the papers.

All she had to do was give birth.

And she would be free.

The finish line was inches away.

So Beau couldn't fathom a single logical motive for her to commit murder.

It made absolutely no sense.

Gutting Janetta in public would only guarantee a prison sentence, destroying her own life in the process.