He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 660

Janetta stubbornly remained in her seat.

After her hysterical outburst, her pride wouldn't allow her to beg him to stay.

In the past, whenever she threw a tantrum, he had always been the first to appease her.

But that man was entirely gone. He sat there like a statue, completely indifferent to her distress.

The silence stretched on, suffocating her.

A moment later, the butler pulled the passenger door open, leaving her no choice but to step out.

The second her heels hit the pavement, the luxury car peeled away, disappearing into the night without a moment's hesitation.

"To the hotel," he instructed the driver tersely.

"Right away, sir," the driver replied, knowing better than to ask questions.

They were heading straight to Helena's location.

Standing on the driveway, Janetta watched the taillights fade into the distance, her manicured nails digging fiercely into her palms.

Her eyes grew progressively darker, swirling with venom.

Suddenly, a terrifying realization struck her.

She remembered his bizarre question from earlier.

He had asked her if she had any past grudges with Helena.

Her mind raced, frantically piecing everything together.

She had never met this new Helena before; they had absolutely no history.

But she had a massive, bloody history with the original Helena.

She had spent years systematically destroying the woman's life out of sheer jealousy.

Even her eventual, tragic end had Janetta's fingerprints all over it.

The terrifying implication slammed into her, plunging her into a state of absolute paranoia.

She practically sprinted inside the mansion, dialing her assistant with shaking hands.

"Are you absolutely certain that she died six years ago?" she demanded the second the call connected.

The assistant was clearly taken aback but quickly confirmed it.

"Of course. Mr. Hayes verified everything himself. The police matched the DNA evidence to the body found in the wreckage."

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