He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 708

Helena stared at the folder, bewildered.

"Here's everything you need to destroy Janetta," Julian said, his voice dropping into a deadly calm. "With Charlotte Morgan in play, taking her down will be effortless. Use her to drop the bomb."

He paused, his eyes locking onto hers. "But remember one thing. You confessed. You stood in a courtroom and pled guilty. The only reason your record was cleared is because the world thought you burned to death. The second your identity is exposed, Janetta has all the ammunition she needs to throw you back in prison. The statute of limitations hasn't expired. You're fully legally liable."

He laid out the brutal legal reality, his gaze trapping her in place.

The blood drained from Helena's face.

She had been so blinded by vengeance, she had completely forgotten about her own confession.

"Back then, you gave up everything to keep Skye safe," he continued relentlessly. "Are you really going to throw your life away again and abandon her? Do you think you can hide the fact that you're her mother forever? How are you going to look her in the eye when the truth comes out?"

Every word felt like a physical blow.

He was ruthlessly tearing apart her defenses.

A suffocating wave of despair crashed over her.

But she couldn't deny a single word he said.

"This ends now," Julian demanded, his voice thick with finality.

He didn't scream for an answer.

A terrifying silence settled over the apartment.

She stared at the floor, her mind spinning wildly out of control.

On the sofa, her phone started vibrating again.

It was Sebastian.

This time, Julian didn't reach for it.

He left the choice entirely up to her.

His brutal ultimatum echoed on a loop in her head.

She was backed into a corner with a gun to her head.

Finally, a shuddering breath left her lungs.

She looked up at him, her eyes dead. "I'll tell him it's over. And I'll let Charlotte handle Janetta."

Julian didn't look triumphant.

He just looked like a man who had finally won a grueling war of attrition.

He kept his eyes on her, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

A dangerous, crackling tension hung in the air between them.

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