He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 801

His eyes remained fixed on her.

Janetta noticed it immediately.

She forced herself to focus, viciously suppressing the sickening knot of dread in her stomach.

Pasting on a bright smile, she hurried toward him. "Sebastian, you made it!"

Her expression was a masterclass in pleasant surprise.

Watching her, Helena had to admit—when it came to acting and faking emotions, Janetta deserved an Oscar.

She lowered her head, flipping her phone over in her hand.

Then, she unlocked the screen.

She was texting him.

It felt like scenes from years ago were overlapping with the present.

Back then, no matter what she and Sebastian were doing or where they were...

If Janetta wanted to, a single phone call was all it took to tear him away.

The Janetta of the past had been arrogant and triumphant.

She had looked at Helena with absolute disdain.

The look of someone who knew the game was already won.

Back then, Helena had been pathetic.

She hadn't even dared to beg him to stay.

She could only watch helplessly as he walked out the door.

Now, she realized the main reason things had gotten so toxic between them was simple: lack of love.

Because he didn't love her, he had treated her with reckless cruelty.

She lowered her eyes, radiating calm.

Her slender fingers hit send.

Helena: [I suddenly felt like shopping this afternoon. I'm at Henderson Centre.]

Short, sweet, and entirely transparent.

Given how sharp he was, there was no way he'd miss the underlying message.

"Boss, you're due on stage," a bodyguard murmured to him.

"No," he refused flatly.

Showing up was all the face he intended to give Janetta.

It didn't mean he was going to play the devoted husband in her little circus.

In the past, he might have agreed.

He possessed a terrifying radar for her. Within a fraction of a second, he pinpointed her standing in the corner.

Unassuming and quiet.

Yet, no matter how much she tried to blend in...

His eyes effortlessly filtered out the sea of people and locked onto her.

If anyone asked him why, he wouldn't have a logical answer.

Maybe it was just because she was Helena.

Maybe it was his heart betraying him.

Or maybe it was the constant trickle of evidence slowly confirming his suspicions.

His gaze remained pinned on her.

He mentally calculated the timeline.

Three to five days. That's all he needed for the final DNA verification.

If she really was his Helena... what would he do?

On the outside, he remained utterly unreadable.

Standing across the room, she arched an eyebrow at him, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.