He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 370

Tearing through the decontamination protocol and violently throwing on a sterile gown, Sebastian breached the inner ICU.

The lead surgeon had just managed to temporarily staple the blown incision shut.

Catching sight of the billionaire storming in, the doctor shot him a heavy glare of disapproval.

He was visibly torn on whether to call security or let the husband stay.

Yielding to reality, the doctor stepped back from the bed and cornered him.

"Do not antagonize her," the physician ordered with stone-cold authority.

He didn't waste breath on flowery warnings.

He had crossed professional boundaries just to hammer the point home.

His team had literally fought hand-to-hand with the grim reaper to drag this woman back to the living.

If her heart gave out again, God himself wouldn't be able to restart it.

Sebastian gave a grim, clipped nod.

The medical crew filed out, but they anchored themselves just beyond the glass, ready to crash the room at a moment's notice.

They were terrified the monitors would start screaming again.

Sebastian slowly closed the distance to the hospital bed, his footsteps echoing like gunshots in the quiet room.

Helena's eyes were wide open.

But the instant she locked eyes with him, an absolute, soul-deep repulsion flared in her irises.

She stared at him as if he were a rabid predator.

It was a devastating contrast to the soft, unconditional adoration she used to shower him with.

Now, they were worse than blood enemies; they were bound by an inescapable, suffocating hatred.

He swallowed the bitter realization, choosing to ignore the hostility as he moved into her line of sight.

She looked physically shattered, incapable of even lifting a finger.

Her skin was flushed with a raging, uncontrollable fever.

The agony of her brutally torn abdomen was relentless, the mangled flesh refusing to knit back together.

Even maxing out her epidural pain pump offered absolutely zero relief.

And the violent infection coursing through her veins was showing zero signs of backing down.

They had flooded her system with the heaviest broad-spectrum antibiotics on the market, temporarily forcing the fever down to ninety-nine degrees.

But the second the chemical drip tapered off, she would violently spike back past a deadly hundred and two.

The erratic vitals had the entire staff holding their breath in sheer terror.

Yet, even trapped in this agonizing purgatory, she refused to surrender an inch of dominance to him.

Her loathing for him only calcified further.

Every gasp of air was a brutal effort, but she forced the words out with razor-sharp clarity.

"You mean you were terrified the shock would cause a miscarriage, and you'd lose out on your precious billion-dollar inheritance, right?" she asked, slashing straight to the bone.

"Yes," he admitted, feeling no need to defend his initial, ruthless calculation.

Because that had been his exact, undisputed motivation at the time.

Upon hearing the confession, the sneer twisting her pale lips deepened into sheer revulsion.

If she had known he was already a lifeless husk on those machines.

She would have dragged herself to that hospital the exact second he was admitted to say goodbye.

Instead of being robbed of closure, left with nothing but an endless, bleeding regret.

Her entire existence felt like one massive, catastrophic mistake.

She was drowning in the guilt of all the people she had failed.

Lance, Julian, Wynn...

She was a walking curse.

Everyone who dared to get close to her ended up permanently scarred or dead in the ground.

And now, she hadn't even been able to protect her own daughter.

The suffocating, absolute despair dropped over her like a suffocating net.

It dragged her down into the pitch-black ocean, slowly drowning her from the inside out.