Helena's brows furrowed. She still couldn't fathom his endgame. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her tone laced with resistance.
"Are you that afraid of me?" his voice was surprisingly smooth.
Helena didn't answer, and Sebastian didn't push it. After a beat of silence, he spoke again. "Have the baby. I don't care whose it is. Once the child is born, I'll let you go."
It was a staggering concession.
Helena frowned, utterly blindsided. She never expected words like that to leave his mouth. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Was he seriously asking her to carry the baby to term? And in such an even, conversational tone?
"Helena, we've been married for seven years. I'm not entirely blind to who you are," Sebastian continued, his demeanor unruffled.
She stared at him, still bracing for the other shoe to drop. Once bitten, twice shy.
"I know that as long as we're married, you wouldn't cheat," he said. "I lost my temper earlier. I was completely out of line, and I apologize."
"You're... apologizing to me?" She was genuinely stunned.
"Yes. I'm sorry." The words were stiff, but the apology was real. It was an admission of trust, a sharp contrast to his usual paranoia.


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