He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 77

Seeing Janetta so perfectly pitiful broke Sebastian's resolve. He looked down at her, his voice hardening with absolute clarity. "Stop imagining things. There is nothing between me and her. Right now, my only goal is to ensure she carries that baby safely to term."

He practically spat the words out. Thinking about Helena's defiance and the sudden curveball of the supplementary will made his blood boil. His disgust for his wife was palpable.

"What do you mean?" Janetta asked, her eyes wide with innocent confusion. Then, she gasped softly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be prying. I know you have your reasons."

It was a masterclass in manipulation—pushing just enough to get answers, then retreating to look like a saint. Sebastian, of course, took the bait.

He looked earnestly into Janetta's eyes and finally gave her the truth. "Grandpa left a supplementary will. The short version is: I only get the inheritance if I stay married to her for seven years and we have a child. Now that she's pregnant, I have to play the part. I have to coddle her until she delivers the kid."

Janetta was genuinely surprised, but a vicious thrill of victory flared in her chest.

She had been terrified that Sebastian's days spent at Helena's bedside meant he was actually falling in love with his wife. She feared losing her grip on the life she had meticulously schemed to build. That was exactly why she had crashed the hospital today.

Hearing the truth erased every ounce of her anxiety. She glanced toward the shadows where Helena stood, her gaze loaded with pure malice.

"Oh, I had no idea," Janetta gasped, her voice sickeningly sweet. She blinked her doe eyes at Sebastian. "But... does Helena know? If she doesn't, that's just so pitiful for her."

Sebastian let out a cruel, barking laugh. "Why the hell would she need to know? To me, she's nothing more than a breeding tool, and the bastard in her belly is just a tool to get what I want."

The words were an absolute victory for Janetta.

Helena lowered her gaze. The silence around her felt thick, suffocating. Then, a faint, hollow laugh escaped her lips.

She had been such an idiot. She actually believed Sebastian still held some shred of affection for her after seven years of marriage. In reality, it was nothing but a calculated, cold-blooded conspiracy. She was literally just an incubator to him.

She watched how delicately he held Janetta, hyper-aware of her pregnancy. That was the woman he loved. Janetta's baby was the one he actually wanted.

The past few days felt like a twisted, grotesque fever dream. Her chest seized with an agony so sharp she could barely draw a breath. And as if sensing her devastation, the baby in her womb—usually so still—began to flutter frantically.

She had been so close to walking away from this pregnancy.