He Never Noticed Me Until I Loved Someone Else novel Chapter 395

Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Stella's mind. Yvette had once mentioned that during his university years, Silas studied in the same city where his eldest brother and sister-in-law lived. They were close back then, and he practically lived with them.

She also remembered something Eleanor had casually brought up: Silas had been hopelessly obsessed with a woman in his youth, but it ended in disaster. He dated a few women afterward, but none lasted. The rumor was that Silas had severe psychological issues—he demanded absolute darkness during intimacy and strictly forbade his partners from making a single sound, which terrified every woman he brought to bed.

Connecting the horrific dots, a terrifying conclusion formed in Stella's mind.

The woman Silas had been pathologically obsessed with was his own sister-in-law. Jarrod's mother!

"You monster!"

Unable to contain his absolute disgust, Arthur hurled his cane violently at Silas. "Jeanette never felt a thing for you! She treated you like a younger brother! You harbored sick, twisted fantasies about her! You destroyed her, you destroyed Benedict's entire family, and you have the audacity to blame Jarrod!"

She was right!

Stella couldn't help but look at Jarrod. He remained curled on the floor, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his face hidden from view.

She couldn't even begin to imagine the catastrophic psychological impact this revelation was having on him.

Silas touched his forehead where the cane had struck him, his expression growing even more psychotic.

"It wasn't my fault! If it hadn't been for Benedict, Jeanette would have loved me! I was the only one she truly connected with!"

Years ago, Benedict had cut ties with the Fuller family for love, moving to a different city. Curious about the woman who had captivated his brother, Silas, then a university student, tracked them down.

While browsing for a gift at an art gallery, he and a stunning woman reached for the exact same painting. She spoke passionately about the artist's vision, her insights perfectly mirroring his own thoughts. Smitten, he conceded the piece to her.

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