He Slept With Me for Revenge

Chapter 9 Empty Promises

Helena put her phone away, shaking her head casually. "Nothing. Dorian called, asking where you were. I told him you'd gone to pick up my medication."

Sebastian nodded, pretending to ask casually, "How's Dorian doing lately? Does he have any plans to come back home?"

Helena feigned confusion, playing dumb to his probing. "I don't think so. He said he's really busy lately."

She caught the faint sigh of relief that escaped him, and exhaustion washed over her.

The man she'd loved for so long—every word, every question, was just a test.

This marriage, full of lies and manipulation, had drained her completely.

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Days passed quickly. The day Helena was discharged from the hospital was also the day of Sebastian's press conference.

Early that morning, he showed up at her ward in a custom-tailored suit, holding a delicate dress.

"Helena, I had this dress custom-made for you. Wear it to the press conference, and you'll take everyone's breath away," he said, his smile warm and convincing.

Helena squeezed the dress in her hands, her emotions tangled.

After a moment, she forced a weak smile. "Sebastian, we've been married for three years, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask, Helena?" he replied, his tone soft.

"If I told you I don't want the press conference... that I want to stay behind the scenes at the Asher Group, a nameless designer—would you cancel it for me?"

Sebastian froze, meeting her clear, bright eyes. A sudden wave of panic surged inside him.

'Does Helena know something? Did she find out about the plan?'

But he quickly pushed the thought away.

'We've been married for three years. She's head over heels in love with me. She'd never sneak around to investigate me.'

He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms to avoid her gaze. "Helena, don't be silly. A genius designer like you deserves to be remembered by the whole world!"

Helena pushed him away, about to say more, but his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out, and Helena glanced at it out of the corner of her eye—Margaret's name popped up on the screen.

Margaret: Sebastian, it's such an important day, and I don't know what dress to wear. Can you come help me choose?

Sebastian quickly tucked his phone away, his expression unchanged. "Helena, there's a lot going on at the press conference. I have to head over first. Don't forget to be there on time."

With that, he turned and left the ward without looking back.

The words Helena had been about to say got stuck in her throat.

She pressed her lips together, a wry smile appearing on her face.

It didn't matter what she said anyway.

A single word from Margaret, and Sebastian would drop her without a second thought.

In his heart, the scale had long tipped—Margaret was everything, and she was nothing.

His heart had always belonged to Margaret alone. There was no point in clinging to the past, no point in holding onto even a sliver of hope.

Helena walked out of the hospital resolutely, picked up Ryan, and headed straight for the airport.

Before boarding the plane, she made a few calls.

The press conference would be starting soon, and the "gift" she'd prepared for Sebastian and Margaret was ready to be delivered.

Hanging up, she pulled off her wedding ring and tossed it into the trash without hesitation.

'Sebastian, if I never see you again, it'll be too soon.'