He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 438

...and she would be brought to tears of gratitude, eagerly trying to please him.

But now, even his deliberate attempts to pull her close were met with shrieks and desperate resistance.

"Helena," Sebastian warned, his tone dropping a dangerous octave.

She didn't answer; she just kept fighting him.

Her frantic struggling was rapidly tearing away the last shreds of his restraint, fueling a dark, ugly frustration within him.

He had coaxed her. He had compromised.

Even when Janetta tried to force his hand in front of the media, he hadn't given her an answer or validated her status.

In his mind, that was his way of showing loyalty to Helena.

And yet, she was acting completely ungrateful.

The pressure he had been burying lately...

Combined with Janetta's manipulative demands...

And now Helena's hysterical rejection...

It all culminated in this moment, backing him into a corner where his dark impulses took over.

"You brought this on yourself," he hissed, spacing out every syllable.

Helena stared at him in sheer terror.

Her eyes went wide, but before she could scream—

He had already forced his dominance over her, silencing her protests.

They were husband and wife.

They had shared this intimacy countless times before.

But never once had it made Helena feel this profoundly violated and hopeless.

She couldn't fight him off; she didn't have an ounce of strength left.

She could only lie there as he took what he wanted.

She couldn't fathom how a man could be this depraved.

Her daughter had just died, yet he felt entirely entitled to take out his urges on her.

He had Janetta right there waiting for him, but because he wanted to coddle Janetta's frail health, he used his grieving wife as an outlet.

Helena felt a chilling desolation.

What did she even have left?

Her parents were gone. Wynn was gone.

Even her only daughter was dead.

This body was nothing more than an empty shell, a walking corpse.

His promises meant absolutely nothing; they shifted constantly.

They depended entirely on his twisted moods.

If she didn't obey perfectly, he would immediately revoke whatever mercy he had offered.

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