He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 92

His fingers remained tightly curled around the sharp edge of the blade, refusing to let go.

A chaotic storm of emotions weighed heavily on Sebastian. For a brief second, he experienced a suffocating wave of despair.

Helena was equally stunned by his reckless move.

She hadn't expected him to be so direct.

After all, there were a million other ways he could have stopped her.

And she would never actually harm the baby.

But in that split second when he lunged forward, she felt his raw panic—and it seemed directed entirely at her.

Speechless, Helena could only stare at him in shock.

More and more blood pooled on the hardwood floor, sending a sharp, metallic stench into the air.

Her pregnancy had made her hyper-sensitive to smells, and the heavy scent of blood immediately churned her stomach.

Unable to hold it back, she doubled over and violently threw up.

"Helena," Sebastian gasped, his eyes filled with panic.

Completely ignoring his own bleeding hand, he grabbed his phone and immediately dialed The Paramedics.

Throughout the entire call, his gaze never left her.

Once Helena caught her breath, she shoved him away with all her might. "Save your fake sympathy."

She had grown numb to it long ago.

Any fleeting flutter in her heart had already been utterly crushed by his overwhelming cruelty over the past few months.

Her words were absolute and unforgiving. "I want a divorce, Sebastian. You just want the baby? Fine, you'll have it. But you must let Wynn go. And don't worry about me going back on my word. This is Riverton—you have countless ways to make me disappear, don't you?"

She held his gaze without a single trace of fear.

Her unyielding defiance shook Sebastian to his core.

His eyes darkened with an unreadable intensity.

Helena braced herself for him to scream at her.

She was practically daring him to explode.

Instead, his response left her completely speechless.

Armed with that excuse, he finally looked up, his expression completely neutral.

"I have never considered divorce," he stated flatly.

Helena let out a bitter laugh. "If we don't divorce, what happens to Janetta? Is she supposed to be your mistress for the rest of her life?"

His reply was immediate. "Janetta has never cared about status."

Helena looked down, a sad smile playing on her lips. "So I'm the petty one, then. Is that it?"

She was always the one falling short, always the one making a fuss over nothing.

Always the one interrogating him about his illicit affair.

Always the one making life difficult for sweet, innocent Janetta.

Meanwhile, Janetta played the perfect victim—endlessly forgiving, constantly worrying about Helena, and always prioritizing Sebastian's needs above her own.

Heh.

Put them side by side, and the winner was obvious.

Helena almost felt thoroughly ashamed of herself.