He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 886

But the interrogation room was tiny. No matter how far Janetta backed up, she quickly hit a solid wall.

There was nowhere left to run.

Helena watched her with a slow, deliberate calmness.

She was holding all the cards now.

"What do I want?" Helena let out a soft, chilling laugh.

Unlike Janetta's brand of unhinged malice, Helena's dominance was quiet and absolute.

She carried an air of devastating authority, looking at Janetta as if she could see right through her.

She wasn't rushed. She wasn't angry.

And that composure terrified Janetta more than anything.

A heavy, suffocating dread settled in her chest.

"Don't think you've won, Helena. You're never going to win!" Janetta shrieked, desperately trying to sound brave.

Helena smiled faintly. "If I haven't won, does that mean you did?"

Slowly, Helena stood up and began walking toward her.

Janetta couldn't hold it in anymore. She grabbed her hair and screamed.

As Helena closed the distance, a bone-deep terror seeped out of Janetta's pores.

Helena stopped right in front of her.

She looked down at Janetta, her gaze predatory and cold.

Just like Janetta had looked at her all those years ago.

Helena's expression was utterly unreadable.

The memories of the past replayed in her mind in a loop.

"Janetta, I've been thinking... just locking you up in here feels entirely too generous," Helena said, still smiling.

That smile made Janetta's skin crawl.

She was completely huddled into the corner now.

"You can't kill me! The press is right outside! If anything happens to me, everyone will know it was you!" Janetta yelled, grasping at straws.

It was a desperate bluff.

Because deep down, she wasn't sure.

"Relax. I'm not going to get my hands dirty. I'm not a murderer," Helena said mildly.

That didn't bring Janetta any comfort. It only made the tension worse.

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