He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 49

Helena said nothing, keeping a safe distance from him.

The police responded rapidly, arriving at the apartment in less than five minutes. She unlocked the door for them.

By now, Sebastian had managed to compose himself.

"Who made the call?" one of the officers asked.

"I did," she replied immediately. "He tried to force himself on me."

She pointed a shaky finger at him.

The officers turned. The color instantly drained from their faces the second they recognized him. Who in Riverton didn't know the billionaire Sebastian Hayes?

If a man of his stature wanted a woman, there was absolutely no need for him to resort to force.

The cops exchanged nervous glances, completely out of their depth.

Sebastian met their gaze with a frosty expression. "My apologies, officers. My wife and I had a bit of a domestic dispute, and things got out of hand. I apologize on her behalf for wasting your time."

Helena was stunned into silence.

In seven years of marriage, he had never once publicly acknowledged her as his wife.

Coupled with the constant tabloid rumors surrounding him and Janetta, the entire city assumed the actress was the future Mrs. Hayes.

Whenever Helena had complained, he had always brushed her off without a second thought.

Now that they were on the verge of divorce, he was suddenly declaring to the world that they were married?

The revelation caught the officers completely off guard.

They shared another loaded look.

Finally, the lead officer stepped toward her, his tone adopting a polite, yet dismissive, bureaucratic clip.

"Ma'am, this appears to be a domestic dispute. It's a civil matter; we cannot intervene. Emergency services are a public resource. We ask that you kindly refrain from making false reports in the future."

With that, the officers turned on their heels and walked out the door.

Helena stood frozen in place, utterly alone with him again.

Staring at the dark, predatory gleam in his eyes, she couldn't deny the terror pooling in her gut.

Yet, despite the fear, she refused to back down. The rebellion in her eyes burned bright.

Her defiance only stoked the inferno inside him.

Even though it was hardwood, the impact jarred her spine.

The cool air hit her exposed skin, sending a violent shiver down her spine as sheer panic consumed her.

He remained completely silent, his expression carved from ice.

Like a demon emerging from the depths of hell, he was here to collect her soul.

He didn't give her a second to prepare as he took her bare, claiming every inch of her with punishing dominance.

Her nerves stretched to their absolute limit. Her fingers clawed desperately at the floorboards.

He watched her the entire time, his gaze predatory.

The harder she fought, the rougher he became.

Angry purple bruises began to bloom across her luminous skin—the aftermath of his ruthless plunder.

"Transfer the money back to Lance," he ordered, his voice laced with heavy musky tension.

Every inch of her body throbbed, yet she spat back, her defiance unbroken. "It's my business. We're getting a divorce. You don't get to control me anymore. If you've got so much excess energy, go spend it on Janetta."