He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 307

Arthur looked back at Helena.

She had already snapped out of her daze.

Despite being completely humiliated, she maintained her quiet dignity.

"Arthur, Helena is fine," she said quietly, diffusing the tension.

"Right," Arthur nodded.

He turned to lead her away.

But before they could take a step, Janetta's sweet, melodic voice drifted through the foyer.

Beneath the sugary concern lay a thick layer of calculated hypocrisy.

"Seb, she's heavily pregnant. Is this really a good idea?" Janetta looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

She played the role of the merciful victim flawlessly.

She was acting like the patron saint of forgiveness, repaying cruelty with kindness.

It made her look incredibly magnanimous and pure.

And it made Helena look like absolute trash.

"What's wrong with it? Be good, you don't need to stress over things like this," Sebastian murmured affectionately. "She doesn't deserve your pity. Everything happening to her right now is exactly what she deserves."

Janetta bit her lip, looking conflicted, but didn't argue further.

Sebastian guided her carefully toward the plush living room sofas.

"Your room is the master bedroom on the second floor," he announced smoothly.

A flash of triumph sparked in Janetta's eyes.

The second-floor master suite was Sebastian's private sanctuary.

More importantly, it had been his and Helena's marital bedroom.

Even though they rarely stayed at the main estate, the room had always been kept exclusively for them.

By giving it to Janetta, Sebastian was publicly solidifying her status.

And brutally humiliating Helena.

Helena remained deadpan as she listened.

Marrying him had once been the happiest day of her life.

Even though he hadn't cared about the marriage, she had poured her heart and soul into decorating that room.

Every tiny detail, every piece of art, was a reflection of her love.

For years, he had at least respected that boundary.

He had never let anyone else touch her things.

No one knew what he was playing at.

Even Janetta looked confused. "Seb?"

Helena stopped in her tracks and turned around like a broken wind-up toy.

Her eyes were still a desolate wasteland.

She knew she had nowhere to run.

Fighting back was pointless.

Her survival, and the survival of her child, rested entirely in his hands.

At least until the baby was born and the inheritance shares were transferred, he wouldn't actually kill her. He would just make her wish she was dead.

She figured she would go numb to it all eventually.

Sebastian locked his furious gaze onto her, refusing to blink.

Janetta followed his line of sight.

Catching the microscopic shift in his expression, her sharp instincts flared.

He wasn't nearly as unaffected as he pretended to be.

The way he spoke to Helena... it sounded almost like a spurned lover acting out of spite.