He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 489

Over time, everyone had simply assumed it was her favorite dish as well.

Explaining the reality of it now felt utterly pointless.

Especially since there would be no 'after' to worry about.

"It's ready," Julian announced, pulling her from her thoughts.

He set a steaming bowl of pasta down in front of her.

She stared at the food for a second before glancing up casually. "Aren't you going to have any?"

"I'll wait until you're done," he told her bluntly. "I'm going to clean up the kitchen first."

She nodded approvingly.

The moment he turned his back to scrub the counters, she swiftly crushed a heavy dose of sleeping pills into the remaining sauce.

They were the heavy-duty sedatives her doctor had prescribed for her chronic insomnia.

But her tolerance had skyrocketed, rendering them completely useless against her trauma.

Even double doses couldn't knock her out anymore.

The doctor had been forced to prescribe stronger and stronger variants.

She hadn't taken her dose tonight; she had hoarded it for exactly this moment.

She knew he was a former mercenary with a formidable constitution.

A standard dose wouldn't even make him blink.

But the sheer amount she had just dumped into his meal was enough to drop a horse.

Because she had a score to settle, and she couldn't let him get in the way.

She forced down a few bites to make it look convincing.

Julian finished wiping down the stove and turned to face her.

She pushed the bowl away with a small sigh. "I'm full."

Without a second thought, he took the bowl and quickly finished the rest.

She watched him swallow every last bite.

Once he set the empty dish down, she murmured, "I'm feeling really tired now."

"Let's get you to bed. I'll stay with you," he promised warmly.

"Okay," she agreed effortlessly.

He guided her back to the bedroom and tucked her in.

She played the part of the compliant, exhausted victim flawlessly.

She closed her eyes, faking a deep, rhythmic breathing pattern.

It didn't take long for the heavy narcotics to drag Julian down into total unconsciousness.

Once his breathing grew deep and ragged, she slowly opened her eyes.

She didn't move immediately, waiting a full five minutes to guarantee he was completely under.

Only then did she finally slip out from beneath the covers.

Wynn, Hope, Rhonda, Rosalie... even her own soul.

Janetta had systematically slaughtered them all, piece by piece.

The debt of blood had to be paid in blood.

There was no justice in this world if a monster like that was allowed to survive.

Helena simply refused to let her win.

The agonizing image of Wynn's broken body, the fact that she hadn't even been allowed to say goodbye...

The thought of Hope, so incredibly tiny, fighting desperately for a single breath...

Only for Janetta to brutally extinguish that fragile spark of life for her own sick amusement.

Those horrifying memories replayed on a relentless loop in her mind, tearing her apart from the inside out.

The sheer weight of the grief was crushing her lungs.

She was so unbelievably tired.

There was no way to simply 'move on' from this level of destruction.

No matter where she ran, she would be haunted by the ghosts of everyone she had failed to save.

She had tried to end it all before, but someone had always dragged her back to hell.

Not this time. Her knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as the adrenaline flooded her veins.

She sat idling in the shadows, her eyes locked onto the glowing departure lanes in the distance.