He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 35

A sleek black Bentley rolled out of the underground garage.

It was Sebastian's car.

Ignoring the searing pain in her body, Helena sprinted directly into the vehicle's path.

Tires screeched against the pavement, the heavy car violently jerking to a halt just inches from her legs.

Bystanders gasped, turning their shocked stares toward her.

"It's the Missus," the bodyguard in the passenger seat stammered, his heart hammering against his ribs as he turned to Sebastian.

Sebastian sat in the back, his expression completely unreadable. He didn't even flinch.

"I'll handle this," the bodyguard said quickly.

But the second he opened his door, Helena had already wedged her slender frame into the gap.

"Sebastian, we need to talk," she choked out.

Afraid of hurting her, the bodyguard immediately let go, allowing the door to swing wide open.

Helena stood there, pale and breathless, staring at the man in the backseat.

Sebastian didn't even bother to lift his gaze. "So anyone can just block my car now?" he drawled, his voice laced with venom.

The bodyguard snapped to attention and grabbed Helena by the arm.

"Mrs. Hayes, please go home. Mr. Hayes doesn't want to see you right now," the man urged, his tone strictly professional.

Helena thrashed against his grip, desperately trying to wrench her arm free.

She kept her eyes locked on her husband. "Just talk to me."

But no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break the bodyguard's hold.

Finally, Sebastian slowly shifted his gaze to her.

His eyes were dark and dangerous.

"Move. Don't make me use force," he warned, his voice plunging to a lethal decibel.

Helena didn't care. "Give me back my mother's apartment, Sebastian."

"Sebastian..." The utter despair in her voice was shattering. "What exactly do you want? Why can't you just put me out of my misery?"

That finally provoked a reaction from the cold-blooded man in the shadows.

A large, calloused hand shot out, brutally seizing her jaw.

His grip was so punishing she could practically hear the delicate bones in her face grind under the pressure.

She didn't doubt for a second that he could kill her right here.

But she refused to surrender.

Caught in his iron grip, she couldn't even force a word past her lips.

"No one has ever dared speak to me like that, Helena. No one has ever dared try and trample all over me," he sneered, every syllable dripping with malice.

His eyes were completely devoid of mercy.

"When you decided to play your little games, did you really think there wouldn't be consequences?" He let out a dark chuckle and viciously shoved her away.