He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 31

Helena Wallace stood in silence, utterly exhausted.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she watched the chaos unfold downstairs.

The wail of ambulance sirens pierced the air before a bloodied Sebastian Hayes was loaded into the back.

Reporters swarmed, following the vehicle like hounds on a scent.

Yet, no one knew why Sebastian had been here in the first place.

It wasn't until the commotion outside finally died down that Helena snapped back to reality.

A sharp, pulsing ache radiated through her abdomen.

"Hold on, baby. Mommy will get us out of here soon," she whispered, resting a hand over her stomach to soothe the child inside.

As if sensing her words, the baby settled, and the cramping gradually eased.

She sat heavily on the sofa.

Her phone buzzed with a relentless stream of notifications.

[Sebastian Hayes Hospitalized Again, Janetta Ramirez Stays by His Side All Night]

The headline had already skyrocketed to the top of the trending lists.

On screen, Janetta looked frantic, nervous, and consumed by fear.

Every micro-expression was carefully calculated to broadcast her deep, unabashed love for Sebastian.

Helena watched the footage with a sense of numb detachment.

Janetta was the other woman, yet she played the victim with such flawless execution that she somehow looked like the rightful partner.

It was a level of manipulation Helena knew she could never match.

Facing the press, Janetta wore a look of guilt, practically inviting speculation.

"Sebastian is doing fine now. His torn wound has been treated, and I want to thank everyone for their concern. I know you're all wondering what happened, and... I'm sorry. This was my fault. I caused his stitches to tear, which is why it's my responsibility to be here and care for him. There's no other reason," Janetta told the reporters, her voice trembling with manufactured distress.

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