Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 10

After Carter left, Luke lingered by the cold, empty riverside, staring at his phone.

The screen flickered with notifications, but none were from me.

He was probably thinking about the past. I'd noticed long ago how his attitude toward Anna had shifted, and it upset me more than I liked to admit.

But each time, after my anger flared, I'd wonder if I was being petty. Anna was his stepsister, after all. There was nothing wrong with him being kind to her.

So, I taught myself to overlook it, constantly doubting my feelings, convincing myself I shouldn't let small issues disrupt the fragile peace between our families. I was always the one to make up with him.

It had been 24 hours since my last message.

I'd been missing for a whole day.

With a frustrated grunt, Luke tossed a stone into the river. "Splash."

"Go ahead, throw your tantrum. Let's see how long you last this time," he muttered, his voice cutting through the quiet.

I stood beside him, a bitter smile on my face. Even at my worst, I never stayed away more than three days.

He thought he had me figured out, certain I'd never cause any real trouble.

I watched his handsome face, now clouded with frustration, and my mind drifted back to when we were 12. At summer camp, during that terrible rainstorm, I got trapped on the mountain. Luke risked a landslide to come find me.

I'd sobbed when I finally threw myself into his muddy arms, terrified something could've happened to him because of me.

He just smiled, even covered in dirt. "I couldn't leave you up here. The thought of you being scared made me want to grow wings and fly to you."

Back then, I didn't understand love. All I knew was his embrace was warm, and I wanted him to protect me forever.

Now, even though this mess was his fault, he felt no guilt. He thought I was the one being unreasonable.

Once someone's heart changes, even their breathing feels like an offense.

By the fourth day after my death, Luke finally started to panic.

He opened our chat thread, staring at the last voice message he'd sent.

My phone was still off.

"Mr. Bolton, your coffee." Roy placed a cup on the desk, hoping to snap him out of it.

Luke hadn't realized he'd been staring at his phone for half an hour.

Four days. Even if Chloe was furious, she should've cooled off by now.

He stood abruptly, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door.

"Mr. Bolton, you have an important meeting coming up," Roy reminded him.

"Reschedule it." Luke didn't even glance back.

He drove straight into the city and found Megan Gardner.

"Ms. Gardner, someone's here to see you," a colleague called out.

Megan hurried over, her face hardening when she saw Luke. She'd been my best friend since high school, forced into teaching by her parents, but always on my side.

She understood my pain and barely contained her contempt. "What do you want?"

"Chloe's with you, right?" Luke snapped. "Tell her to stop this ridiculous scene. It's embarrassing for everyone."

Megan's eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "What the hell are you talking about, Luke? Are you delusional? You were the one who ditched her at the wedding. She had to apologize to everyone. Who's causing the scene here?"

Megan's words hit Luke hard, making his face darken.

"I don't owe you an explanation. Just call her and tell her to come home!"

It was only then that Megan realized I hadn't been home for days. She didn't waste time cursing Luke and instead asked, "Chloe hasn't come home?"

"Don't play dumb. You're her best friend. Every time we fight, she runs to you," Luke said, his tone sharp.

It was true—Megan was my closest confidant. I couldn't open up to anyone else but her.

That's why Luke assumed I'd been with her this whole time.

Megan's expression shifted. "What the hell are you saying? My grandmother's dying. I went back to my hometown after the wedding and just got back today. What happened to Chloe? Did you piss her off again, you jerk?"

Luke stared at her tired, bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them, her chapped lips. It was obvious she hadn't slept for days—she wasn't lying.