He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 549

After over three years of marriage, that scent was both familiar and terrifyingly alien.

Her mind was instantly flooded with a chaotic swirl of memories.

Visions of the agonizing past bleeding into the present.

She knew exactly why he was suddenly losing his mind like this.

He was a normal man with needs.

Yet he had shown her an unparalleled level of restraint and respect for years.

In reality, she was the one being incredibly unfair, entirely failing her duties as a wife.

With that crushing guilt weighing on her, she mentally surrendered.

She felt the sudden rush of cool air as he swiftly pushed her dress aside.

Her body went utterly rigid, goosebumps erupting across her flesh.

The panic was so absolute she forgot how to fight back.

It was a deeply ingrained, subconscious terror.

Horrific flashes played behind her tightly shut eyes.

The brutal memories of Sebastian forcing himself on her.

The suffocating despair of being locked in that bedroom.

The agonizing pain of nearly losing her baby in a pool of blood.

What should have been intimacy had mutated into her most lethal trauma.

The weight of those memories crushed her chest, driving her to the absolute edge of a breakdown.

Her stiffness only intensified, turning her body to stone.

Julian felt her rigid panic, but his own desperate need urged him forward.

His searing kisses blazed a trail down her exposed skin.

"Lena, please... give yourself to me," he begged, his voice hoarse and fraught with desperate hunger.

Even through her paralyzing terror...

She could feel the volatile, devastating desire exploding out of him.

She physically couldn't form the words to reject him.

But the suffocating panic clawing at her throat was unbearable.

Her luminous skin broke out in a frantic, feverish flush.

Shudders wracked her entire frame.

Her heart hammered erratically, her breaths coming in terrifying, shallow gasps.

She was completely trapped in her own mind.

She couldn't push him away, but she couldn't accept him either.

In the end, she was the one suffocating in a cage of her own making.

Every brush of his hands pushed her further past her absolute limit.

Seeing her shatter like this was like a bucket of ice water over his head.

He threw himself off her immediately. "Lena, God, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

He babbled out frantic apologies.

He felt like an absolute monster.

What he was doing made him no better than the man who had broken her in the first place.

And he knew exactly how deep her trauma ran.

The realization made him sick with self-loathing.

He quickly carried her to the bed, tucked her in, and practically sprinted to the other side of the room to give her space.

Without a second thought, he called her private physician.

The doctor arrived swiftly, took one look at her hysterical state, and immediately administered a sedative.

It was the first time in years she had needed to be injected just to stop panicking.

Julian was completely consumed by guilt and devastation.

He stood by the window, frozen like a statue.

He didn't move an inch until the drugs finally pulled her into a deep, exhausted sleep.

Only then did he follow the doctor out into the hallway.

"Mr. Campbell, your wife's mental state is incredibly fragile. The medication she's been taking is precisely what we discussed, and she's been adhering to the prescribed dosage, so it's manageable. Normally, she doesn't even need it. She's mentioned to me before that she feels safe enough with you to go without it, or at least survive on a minimal dose, unless she's overwhelmed by crowds. Tonight... something must have severely triggered her PTSD."