"Helena, who the hell gave you the right to hide this from me and secretly get an abortion?!" he roared, glaring at her with a volcanic fury.
In his eyes, she had gone completely off the rails.
Everything she was never supposed to do, she was suddenly doing without hesitation.
And the worst part was the unapologetic, self-righteous look on her face.
How dare she!
"Why did you abort it? Because you couldn't get my attention? Because you couldn't beat Janetta, so you resorted to threatening me like this?" he spat, playing the judge, jury, and executioner.
"Helena, you're a psycho! You're the one who deserves to die!"
By the end of his tirade, he had lost every shred of self-control.
He stood right in the middle of the crowded hospital corridor, screaming at his wife.
Miraculously, Helena remained remarkably calm.
Listening to his furious accusations, a sudden realization dawned on her.
Sebastian viciously threw the lab report directly at her face. The edge of the paper sliced across her cheek like a razor blade.
A thin line of blood welled up from the cut.
But she didn't care. She bent down to pick up the paper, and the truth clicked into place.
She had grabbed the wrong report. This wasn't her file. It belonged to another patient with her exact name.
The other woman was here for a post-abortion checkup.
She was just here for a routine ultrasound.
It was a bizarre mix-up, but for Helena, it was an absolute godsend.
She decided to ride the wave and play along.
She was already numb to Sebastian constantly villainizing her.
In his twisted mind, no matter what went wrong, it was always her fault, never his.
But even though she was used to being the eternal scapegoat, the constant accusations still left a dull ache in her chest.
"Yes, I was pregnant, and yes, the baby is gone," she declared, meeting his furious glare with unflinching calm.
She turned to walk away.
"Ugh..." The moment she spun around, Sebastian's hand shot out and gripped her throat in a chokehold.
Her eyes widened in horror as she stared up at him.
Gasps and panicked murmurs erupted from the onlookers, terrified that a murder was about to happen.
"Helena, how dare you. How dare you kill my child!" Sebastian demanded, his voice a lethal hiss.
Despite being choked, Helena's hands shot up, her nails digging fiercely into his wrist as they grappled in a silent, desperate struggle.
Sebastian stared down at her. Maybe it was the fierce defiance burning in her eyes, or perhaps it was the deathly pallor of her skin.
Suddenly, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. He violently released his grip.
Helena stumbled backward, coughing violently as she gasped for air. She instinctively curled her arms around her stomach to protect the baby, though she was careful to keep the movement subtle so he wouldn't notice.
She retreated to a safe distance, still panting. "Sebastian, isn't getting rid of this baby exactly what you wanted? How else were you supposed to explain it to Janetta? You don't have to stand here and put on a show about how much you care. If I had actually kept it, wouldn't you have just dragged me in here and forced me to abort it yourself?"
She threw the accusations right back at him.

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