Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 394

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After hearing the entire story, I was quiet for a long time. 

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I had gone to the Sanders intentionally, hoping Josh would tell me the truth about the Carlyns. The moment I mentioned the name Carlyn, I saw his reaction. He knew the name but pretended not to. 

It was clear he was hiding something–he didn’t want to be exposed. 

Now I understood why Anna–no, Wisteria–had such a deep grudge against Penelope. It wasn’t just cruelty. It was personal. 

It felt like a twist of fate. 

My grandmother had lifted the Sanders to heights they didn’t deserve, and now her descendants were too ordinary to hold onto that legacy. The Sanders couldn’t even maintain their wealth for three generations. 

And Whitney–she had followed in the footsteps of the Carlyn matriarch, locked away in a basement by Taylor, just as a prisoner would be. 

This was the universe’s way of meting out justice for the victims. 

My death was tragic, yes, but so was the story of the Carlyns. 

The matriarch of the Carlyns had been reduced to a pawn, simply because she was beautiful. In that chaotic era, others used her, treating her worse than an object. 

Penelope had caused the death of the Carlyns, and now the Sanders had to pay for the lives they ruined. It was a cycle. 

“I’m sorry, I muttered, my head lowering 

“Chloe, do you know what we’ve been through all these years?” Yael’s voice was heavy with bitterness. “My father and my uncle lost their minds. They lived every day in pain over the people they lost. As long as we’re alive, we can’t forget the hatred. As long as the Sanders live, the Carlyns can never have peace 

Yael squatted in front of me, his finger brushing my check. “We’ve already put everyone in the Sanders family on our list. I understand you more than you understand yourself. From the moment you switched your sister’s fate, our revenge on the Sanders began. But they’re lucky. That old woman still has one life. left, hidden by you, and your parents… Greg is still alive, too.” 

“You can rest easy. Soon, they’ll join the old man. A family should be together–right? Before they die, I’ll make sure they know the truth–how they killed their own daughter for an imposter. They shall die in regret.” 

“You’ve already died once. I won’t hurt you again. All you need to do is stand by my side and watch the Sanders‘ fall 

His eyes locked onto mine, arid for a moment, I had no words. 

If what he said was true, the Sanders were responsible. But what about me? Could I truly call myself innocent? 

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What about the Carlyns who died? Weren’t they innocent? 

The past had left its mark on their generation. 

It all made sense now–Wisteria, the Carlyn brothers—they weren’t right in the head. 

The Sanders had cast a long shadow over their family, year after year, day after day. 

Yael reached into his black bag and pulled out gold candles and some sort of powder. 

At first, I thought he was preparing for the climb–water, food, But no, they were offerings for a ritual. 

He lit up the candles and sprinkled the power toward the great blue above. 

“Grandpa, Grandma, can you see? The Sanders have come to bow to you!” 

The powder danced in the wind, rising into the sky. 

Even though my body was gone, Chloe’s spirit remained. Yael was filled with hatred for me. 

I didn’t dare provoke him, so I stayed kneeling, my head lowered in silence. 

Yael created a pyre, the flames growing stronger with each passing second. 

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He knelt next to me, bowing deeply. “Grandpa, you can rest now. The old hag only has one breath left. The Sanders are about to collapse! Grandma’s revenge is finally here” 

I glanced at the tombstone. The photo on the plaque showed two young faces–probably only 18 or 19 years old. 

Despite the black–and–white image, the man’s gentle expression and the woman’s delicate beauty were unmistakable. 

Thinking of their tragic end, I couldn’t figure out how to judge the Sanders for what they’d done. 

To them, Grandma was a monster, unforgivable. To me, she was the only grandparent who had ever truly cared for me. 

I had long learned that people aren’t easily defined. There’s no simple label for anyone. 

I couldn’t bring myself to see Grandma through their eyes. 

So, I stayed kneeling. 

This was the price the Sanders owed the Carlyns.. 

The pyre burned down slowly as Yael stood up and looked down at me. “Chloe, I know you’re not to blame, but your sin is to be born to the Sanders. Your grandmother’s debt? You’ll pay for it. I don’t want your life, just your kneeling until the candles burn out. Then, the hatred between our families will end.” 

The candles would take at least three days and nights to burn completely. He intended for me to kneel that Jong. 

I had no choice. “Alright. I’ll kneel.” 

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Yael grasped my chin, his eyes cold. “Do you feel wronged? My grandfather was on his knees the same way you are, pleading with him to spare my grandmother. He spoke the words, but Quintus nearly killed him.” 

“No, I don’t feel wronged. This is what the Sanders owe you.” 

I couldn’t afford to anger him–not with my words or my actions. The situation required me to remain 

patient. 

“Good. My father never had peace. He lived in torment every day, and by 39, he died of depression. He didn’t get a second chance like you.” 

Tm sorry.” 

Yael turned and walked away. “Stay kneeling 

I dared not rise. We were in the Carlyn family cemetery, and there could be hidden cameras. If he noticed. I had moved, he might use my life to settle the score. 

But as he left, a deep fear settled in my chest. 

The cemetery was filled with Carlyn tombstones, but that wasn’t what made my heart race. It was the unsettling sounds from the distance the hiss of snakes slithering through the grass and climbing the branches of nearby trees. 

It sent a chill straight to my bones. 

I sprayed more of the potion on myself and around my surroundings, just to be safe. I couldn’t afford to take any chances. One wrong move and I could find myself back in the afterlife. 

Half an hour passed, and the pain in my knees was unbearable. 

I had to kneel until the candles went out. He had said so. 

I looked at the photograph on the tombstone, sighed, and muttered. “Mr. and Mrs. Carlyn, have mercy on me. I’ve already died once. I don’t want to face that again. I have people I need to protect. If you have any power at all, please make the Carlyn brothers stop. If this goes on, they’ll destroy themselves,” 

Though the Carlyns had made their move, the Sanders downfall felt like something fate had set in