He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 95

He knew better than anyone what it would mean if they lost this baby.

It would mean an endless, brutal war with Helena.

And trying to conceive again would be next to impossible.

He absolutely could not let this child die.

"Don't touch me," Helena wheezed, shoving him away weakly.

She slumped against the couch, clutching her cramping stomach. The bright red blood rapidly stained the white upholstery.

All the color had completely drained from her face.

Her breathing grew shallow and erratic.

Sebastian froze, utterly blindsided by her rejection.

Looking into her eyes, he saw a woman who had completely given up. It was a terrifying, reckless resolve.

An unshakeable determination to sever all ties with him, even if it cost her everything.

For the very first time, a jolt of real fear pierced through him, followed by a faint, unfamiliar ache in his chest.

He had told himself a thousand times to stay completely detached, yet she managed to trigger his most primal emotions with terrifying ease.

If he really felt nothing for her, why was he constantly thrown off balance by her pain?

For a brief second, even he didn't know the answer.

He just stood there, staring at her in horror.

"Lena, what will it take for you to believe that I never wanted a divorce?" he pleaded, his voice cracking. "What will it take for you to stop fighting me and just go to the hospital? Stop playing Russian roulette with the baby!"

His tone was shockingly soft, laced with undeniable dread.

Her sheer willingness to throw her own life—and the baby's—away just to escape him terrified him to his core.

How could he not be panicking?

It wasn't just about the shares anymore. Seeing her crumble like this felt as if the impenetrable fortress he had built around his heart had been violently smashed to pieces in a single night.

Total defeat.

His desperate plea finally caught her attention. She weakly lifted her head to look at him.

Then, she let out a broken, hollow laugh. "Fine. Drop to your knees right now, and maybe I'll believe you."

Almost out of reflex, her hand shot out and gripped his arm.

She couldn't decipher the whirlwind of emotions tearing through her, but she knew his submission had profoundly shaken her.

It was a dangerous softening of her heart, a reluctant, involuntary urge to trust him.

This time, she was the one suffocating under the heavy tension.

"Get up, Sebastian!" she blurted out instinctively.

Using her grip for leverage, he stood back up smoothly, but his gaze remained piercingly sincere.

"I never intended to divorce you, Lena. Not from the very beginning. You were the one who brought it up, not me," he said, his deep voice washing over her. "I told you a long time ago. You are the only Mrs. Hayes."

He spoke with absolute conviction, never once breaking eye contact.

But beneath that sincere facade, his eyes held a calculating depth.

After seven years of marriage, he knew exactly how soft her heart truly was.

This grand display of humility might look pathetic on the surface, but he knew it would pacify her for a long time.

It would make her soften, make her believe he was genuinely committed, and most importantly, it would make her cooperate until the baby was safely born.