Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 11

The moment I realized it, rage flooded my chest.

People always say that after death, you turn into a vengeful spirit, seeking revenge. But clearly, that's just a myth. It felt like I was trapped inside an invisible barrier, unable to do anything.

Even with my enemy right in front of me, I couldn't touch her!

I could only watch as she claimed all my hard work, day after day, using it to win effortless praise from everyone.

Those paintings were never meant to earn praise. They were created to heal myself.

For the past two years, thanks to Anna, my emotions had been in a downward spiral. I even went to see a therapist, who told me I was suffering from severe depression.

Medication could only suppress it but not fix it. He suggested that I either distance myself from the source of my depression or learn how to heal.

I knew the source all too well—it was Anna and Luke. But at the time, I was so consumed by my obsession that I allowed myself to sink deeper into the darkness.

Before I left the Sanders' house, I often hid in the basement studio, painting over and over again, getting hurt and then healing myself, over and over.

I never imagined that even in death, Anna wouldn't leave my work alone.

Suddenly, someone noticed the signature on one of the paintings, like they had just discovered something huge.

Back in middle school, I used the pseudonym "S" to enter a design competition, and I became famous overnight.

At the time, my parents had high expectations for me. Fearing they'd think I was wasting my time on art, I didn't even show up to accept the award.

Privately, I'd created a social media account, and it quickly gained followers who kept pushing me to release more work. Every year, I'd publish a new piece, though no one knew it was me—not even Luke.

Two years ago, I accidentally posted a new piece from my main account instead of my art alias.

Overnight, I was trending. But I didn't care for fame, so I didn't explain or try to clear up the confusion, letting fans speculate.

There was a lot of debate online—some people claimed I was "S," while others said I was just riding the wave of popularity.

I didn't clarify anything, and within two weeks, the whole thing blew over.

Now, two years later, Anna had unearthed all the paintings I hadn't publicly released.