He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 314

Even a cornered animal will bite, and Helena was no exception.

"Aren't you terrified that your fragile little goddess will lose her mind if she finds out?" she provoked, knowing exactly where to strike.

Sure enough, Sebastian's face darkened instantly, his voice tightening with suppressed rage.

"She's recovering from her miscarriage, which makes you the perfect outlet. You think she'd actually care? She isn't you. She knows her place," he stated coldly.

Fired up by her taunts, he abandoned whatever shred of restraint he had left, moving with dominant aggression.

Every word out of his mouth was designed to humiliate her.

But Helena was used to it.

She thought it would break her.

Instead, she just felt profoundly numb.

Her only real terror was for her unborn baby.

She could feel the baby's movements slowing down drastically.

She was terrified something was wrong.

Her entire focus shifted to the life growing inside her.

Sebastian immediately sensed her distraction.

The more she drifted away, the rougher he got.

"What, are you thinking about Julian again?" His gaze turned entirely predatory.

His long fingers dug bruisingly into her waist.

Just as the tension hit its peak, Helena suddenly shoved backward with everything she had, trying to throw him off.

His expression shifted violently.

Reacting with terrifying speed, he didn't give her a single inch to escape.

This time, he took her completely bare, holding nothing back.

The baby, previously quiet, suddenly gave a frantic kick.

As a mother, Helena instantly knew something was wrong.

She was terrified of losing the baby.

But she couldn't stop him physically.

Driven to absolute desperation, she finally broke. "Please... Sebastian, stop... the baby... my baby..."

He heard her.

He looked down and saw the sheer, unadulterated terror in her eyes.

Watching her finally beg fed the dark satisfaction curling in his chest.

It was the ruthlessness of a man who held all the power, refusing to show her an ounce of mercy.

The harder she begged, the more demanding he became.

One merely called out, "Mr. Hayes gave orders. You can't leave this room until the bed is fully dismantled."

Helena didn't reply.

She dragged her exhausted body across the hardwood floor.

She didn't rush to start. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her stomach, trying to soothe the baby.

The sheer violence of the act had clearly terrified the little one.

It took Helena a long time before the fetal movements finally settled back into a normal rhythm.

She let out a shaky breath of relief.

Turning her attention back to the mess in front of her, her heart felt as dead as ash.

She picked up the shears and mechanically cut the rest of the keepsakes into confetti.

Then, she grabbed a wrench from the toolbox and moved toward the massive king-sized bed.

But she had never done manual labor like this in her life. She couldn't even budge the bolts.

It was completely hopeless.

The sharp edges of the tools repeatedly sliced her already torn hands.

Her face grew paler by the minute.

Yet, despite her bleeding palms, she had only managed to remove a single screw.