He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 63

The doctor's words caused Sebastian's expression to darken into something terrifying.

Perfect. Helena had dared to play him for a fool.

She was carrying his child, yet she looked him in the eye and told him she had miscarried. Based on her cold demeanor, he was absolutely certain she never intended to let him know about the baby's existence.

What the hell was she plotting?

Consumed by rage, Sebastian ended the call abruptly. Without a second thought, he stormed out and drove straight to Helena's apartment.

He was going to tear the truth out of her. How dare she pull a stunt like this!

A drive that usually took thirty minutes took him less than half the time. The piercing screech of tires gripping asphalt echoed as the sleek black Maybach slammed to a halt outside the rundown apartment building, looking violently out of place.

Sebastian stepped out and strode purposefully toward the entrance.

When Helena heard the doorbell, she assumed it was her food delivery. Peering through the peephole, the color drained from her face at the sight of Sebastian.

She didn't make a single move to unlock the door.

"Helena, open the door. Don't make me force it," Sebastian's voice seeped through the wood, a low, dangerous warning.

Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs. She didn't know how he had found out, but her instincts screamed at her to keep the door shut. She pressed her back against the door panel, cold sweat breaking out across her skin.

"Helena, I have a hundred ways to deal with you. You'd better think this through," his anger spiked, radiating hostility.

"We have nothing to talk about," she replied, her voice trembling but stubborn.

Then, silence descended on the hallway. It seemed as though he had left.

Helena let out a shaky breath. She figured she was no longer important enough to him. A man with his pride wouldn't keep lowering himself to chase after her when she repeatedly pushed him away.

It made sense for him to leave. The sooner they divorced, the sooner they would both be free. When two people who didn't love each other stayed tangled up, it only ended in emotional and physical exhaustion.

Now that he knew about the baby, would he drag her to the clinic and force an abortion?

Helena couldn't be sure, and she was too terrified to guess.

"Helena." He dragged her name out syllable by syllable, his voice sounding like a grim reaper's whisper.

He had backed her completely into a corner. Her shoulders hit the wall; there was nowhere left to run.

"You actually dared to lie to me?" he sneered, though it sounded more like an interrogation.

His large, sculpted hands clamped down on her waist, locking her in place. Helena didn't dare struggle, terrified of harming the baby.

They stood locked in a suffocating stalemate. He didn't even grant her the grace of an explanation. In his mind, he had already convicted her.

"What, if I hadn't noticed the paperwork that day, were you just going to pretend nothing happened? And since I did notice, you spun a lie about miscarrying? What was your grand plan? Have the baby behind my back to extort me? Or were you planning to use it to provoke her?" Sebastian fired the questions at her like bullets.