He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 368

Sebastian offered no verbal response; he merely subjected her to a cold, penetrating stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, not breaking character.

A beat later, she expertly feigned a horrible realization. "Oh god... is she in critical condition?"

Her tone was laced with an sickeningly sweet layer of faux sympathy.

She was the definition of severe psychological whiplash.

One second, she was viciously tearing her rival to bloody pieces.

The next, she was weeping over the collateral damage like a saint.

Yet, somehow, she always managed to package her venom in perfectly justifiable excuses.

Shuttering his darker urges, Sebastian finally spoke, his voice dangerously soft. "Are you secretly praying she doesn't make it?"

The slow, measured cadence of his question caused a spike of panic in her chest.

But on the surface, her mask remained securely taped to her face.

She even met his predatory gaze head-on, adopting an aura of absolute innocence.

"I know you're pointing the finger at me," she declared smoothly. "But honestly, anyone else would have snapped too. She found out Wynn was dead and practically assaulted me in her rush to leave. All I know is that I'm going permanently blind, and the woman who killed my child is walking around with healthy eyes. It's impossible to expect me to stay calm."

Every single word was a masterclass in manipulation.

It was a flawless defense that left zero room for a counterattack.

And Sebastian was thoroughly checkmated.

Yet, he outright ignored her attempts to squeeze medical details out of him.

Sensing the landmines, she dropped the interrogation.

However, she didn't need him to spell it out.

Given the massive blood trail in the hallway.

It was painfully obvious that her rival had crashed and burned.

And even if that premature bastard had survived the extraction, it was doomed to a short, miserable existence.

A dark, triumphant laugh echoed in the hollows of her mind.

Every single domino had fallen exactly as she designed.

Naturally, she kept the sinister victory entirely hidden from her features.

She blinked at him with soft, trusting eyes.

"But now you're stalling! And for what? I'm only asking for one! She'd still have her other eye to go about her pathetic life."

Her voice pitched higher, laced with a frantic, ugly entitlement.

She was deliberately cornering him, tightening the screws of his guilt.

"And don't you dare forget what she owes me! She slaughtered our baby!"

She hammered the brutal accusation into his skull like a rusty nail.

But instead of breaking him, the relentless guilt trip only stoked the lethal rage simmering in his chest.

His eyes darkened into dual pits of pitch-black ice as he locked onto her.

"That's enough," he snarled, a low, guttural warning vibrating in his chest.

Janetta visibly flinched, biting down on her next venomous demand.

She recoiled into her pillows, looking genuinely spooked by the raw violence radiating off him.

Huge, crocodile tears immediately flooded her eyes, weaponizing her fragility.

She chewed on her bottom lip, staring at him like a kicked puppy.