He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 308

He was just exceptionally good at hiding it.

This realization made Janetta incredibly anxious.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, subtly asserting her dominance.

He didn't pull away.

Instead, he finally looked down at her.

"I'll take you up to the master bedroom to have a look around. If you don't like any of the decorations, we'll throw them out," he said smoothly.

He was handing Janetta all the power.

And using it to trample all over Helena.

Physical torment was nothing compared to psychological warfare.

He was methodically crushing her pride, stripping away every last shred of her dignity.

Only when she completely shattered would he finally feel satisfied.

This was supposed to be a blood feud between Helena and Janetta.

But somehow, it had morphed into a twisted battle of wills between him and his wife.

A woman as cunning as Janetta immediately recognized the dynamic.

But she kept her flawless mask firmly in place.

"Seb, are you sure I should stay on the second floor? That was your..." she trailed off, sounding incredibly timid.

"I said you can, so you will. Understand?" he replied, leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," she nodded obediently.

With that settled, he turned his lethal glare back to Helena.

"As for you, get upstairs and clean out the garbage she doesn't want," he ordered, biting off every word.

She didn't utter a sound. She just stood there.

Her passive resistance made his blood boil even hotter.

This time, he closed the distance between them.

She instinctively took a step back.

"What, you can't even speak now? Who gave you the right to ignore me?" he demanded harshly.

Desperate to avoid a physical confrontation, she forced herself to submit. "Understood."

The last time she had been in here was right after his grandfather passed away.

Because it had been empty for so long, it felt cold and devoid of life, despite the maids keeping it spotless.

The moment Janetta stepped inside, she leaned weakly against his chest.

"Don't just stand there, open the windows," he snapped at Helena.

"Right away," she answered softly, walking over to the glass panes.

She pushed them open, letting the fresh breeze sweep through and breathe life back into the stale room.

"Seb, is it really okay if I change things?" Janetta looked up at him with wide, hesitant eyes.

"Yeah," he nodded dismissively.

"I want to change the bed. You know how I get in foreign beds—I won't be able to sleep if I'm not comfortable," she justified seamlessly.

"And these little decorations... they aren't really my style. I've always preferred French elegance over this cheap, rustic look."

"Oh, and all of this has to go, too. It's way too childish."

Janetta didn't hold back, purposefully pointing out every single item that had clearly been chosen or made by Helena.