Sebastian was already gone.
Helena knew he wouldn't touch the risotto anymore.-
Because the man refused to eat leftovers.
She disposed of the food and wiped down the counters before quietly returning to the bedroom.
In her distraction, she burned her hand on the scalding pot, leaving a blister.
But Sebastian never noticed. He remained as aloof as ever.
When she came back to bed, he had clearly lost whatever interest he might have had, turning his back to her and turning off the light to sleep.
Helena's chest tightened with a suffocating ache.
She had grown numb to his attitude long ago, knowing she could never warm his heart.
Yet it still hurt. It hurt so much she could barely breathe.
For a long time, she couldn't fall asleep.
At 1:00 AM.
Sebastian's phone vibrated disruptively in the dark.
A second later, she heard him answer it. He frowned, his voice tight with anxiety. "What? Okay, I'll be right there."
Seeing him throw on his coat to leave, Helena couldn't help but ask, "Are you heading out this late?"
"Helena, stop dictating my life. Understand?" he warned in a low voice.
The door slammed shut, and he was gone.
She lay there, completely rigid, until the tears she had suppressed for so long finally broke free.
And now, she had found Janetta's pregnancy report right in his pocket.
Helena lowered her eyes, sinking deeper into a quiet despair.
Five years ago, she had been pregnant.
She had harbored this beautiful fantasy that having a child would change how Sebastian treated her.
But tragedy always struck without warning.
That day, after he returned from a business trip, he dragged her straight into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
He had been drinking. He was overpowering and completely out of control.
No matter how much Helena cried and begged, he didn't stop until he was satisfied.

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