He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 539

"Mrs. Hayes, why are you leaving so soon?"

"Mrs. Hayes, did Mr. Campbell force you out?"

"Mrs. Hayes, did he demand the store be cleared, resulting in your expulsion?"

The paparazzi in Coralia were notorious for being absolutely merciless. They didn't care about politeness.

Smelling blood in the water, they pounced.

Janetta's face twisted in sheer humiliation.

Refusing to answer, she shoved past them with the help of her assistant and practically threw herself into her luxury van.

The second the doors slid shut, her polite mask shattered into pure, ugly rage.

"Find out everything you can about this new Helena Wallace. Now!" she screamed at her assistant.

"Yes, right away," the assistant scrambled, terrified.

The atmosphere inside the van was suffocating.

The driver sped away from the curb.

Almost instantly, the entertainment headlines in Coralia exploded: Janetta Ramirez Publicly Humiliated and Ejected by Julian Campbell.

Every single article viciously mocked her, pointing out that her influence was dead and she was just desperately clinging to her old glory.

Throughout the entire media circus, Sebastian didn't release a single statement defending her.

This only fueled Janetta's fury.

She returned straight to her hotel suite, where her styling team was already waiting.

Her evening gown had been delivered.

It was a loaner. She hadn't bought it.

This was standard practice in the entertainment industry, of course. No one actually bought custom gowns they would only wear once.

They relied on brand sponsorships and PR loans.

But this standard practice was deeply embarrassing for someone boasting the title of 'Mrs. Hayes'.

With the staggering wealth of The Hayes Corporation, she shouldn't have to borrow clothes.

She should have been able to buy out the entire store.

Ever since the truth about Helena had come to light, his view of Janetta had irrevocably changed. Consequently, his treatment of her remained perpetually frigid.

"Seb, are you listening to me?" When he didn't respond, her anxiety spiked, her voice trembling even harder.

"Janetta, we are in Coralia," Sebastian finally spoke, his voice dangerously low. "I am not picking a fight on Julian's home turf."

The implication was painfully clear: I'm not going to help you, because I simply don't care to.

Janetta wasn't stupid. The rejection stung like a physical slap.

But she forced herself to keep up the sweet, understanding wife act.

"I know. That's why I swallowed my pride and walked away. I just didn't want you to look bad in the press," she lied smoothly, trying to guilt-trip him.

Sebastian fell silent again.

"Sebastian..." she pleaded softly.

"I have business to attend to. I'll send the driver to pick you up later," he replied, entirely uninterested in humoring her.

His brutal indifference pushed her over the edge.

"You're not coming to get me yourself? Tonight is the biggest networking event of the year! We're husband and wife. If we show up in separate cars, the media will have a field day! They're already whispering about how my dresses are all rentals instead of purchases. Do you want them laughing at us even more?" she shrilled, unable to hold back her resentment.