Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 33

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After hearing the whole truth, Luke had lost all of his earlier composure. It was the first time I saw such at complex expression on his face–guilt and self–blame. 

He must have been thinking about how much I loved children, yet our only child had died because of his 

actions. 

“That child…” 

Neal spoke up directly. “The fetus was less than three months old, not fully developed. It wasn’t even a person yet. Would that make it easier for you, Mr. Bolton? You can still feel at peace and stay by your sister’s side.” 

His words, seemingly casual, were dripping with sarcasm aimed at Luke. 

People had said similar things before; even his assistant had hinted at it, but Luke had never taken it to heart. 

He lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, his voice gravelly. “What happened to the body of the 

fetus? 

“You know the procedure. There’s no intact body in cases like this. Usually, we handle it ourselves, but Chloe insisted on doing it herself. 

Neal glanced at Luke, who looked like he was on the verge of breaking. He casually scribbled down an address. 

“I’ve got work to do. If you’re done, Mr. Bolton, you can go now. I’ll say this again. Chloe’s a good woman; if you don’t cherish her, someone else will.” 

In the past, Luke would have lashed out. But today, he said nothing. He simply muttered a thank you and” left, looking utterly defeated. 

After he was gone, Neal sighed and muttered to himself. “I told you, you and him don’t belong together. Why wouldn’t you listen to me?” 

I felt a tightness in my chest and murmured under my breath, “Yeah, I regret it, but it’s too late now.” 

Life wasn’t a game. You can’t just restart after you lose. 

I had to learn that the hard way. 

Even after I was cruelly killed, I couldn’t avenge myself All I could do was remain in another dimension they couldn’t see–watching things from a god’s perspective, but unable to do anything. 

Luke rode quickly to the cemetery. He found the grave I had set up for our child. 

According to our customs, stillborn babies don’t have graves, let alone fetuses that never even had the 

chance to be born. 

But I still did it. In my heart, that child was mine, even if they only lived in my womb for a single day. 

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The child’s gravestone was simple. Unlike others, it didn’t have a photo or birth date. 

Only the names of the deceased and the person who erected the stone. 

Luke’s fingers gently traced the words on the gravestone. 

Joy Sander, R.LP. 

He muttered softly, “Joy Sander. Chloe, why couldn’t you tell me about the child?” 

Was I cruel? I didn’t think so. 

After all, from the moment that child was conceived, he never loved them. 

If it weren’t for his push, the miscarriage never would have happened. 

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If it weren’t for his indulgence toward Anna, leading to her reckless behavior, I wouldn’t have been so heartbroken over the loss. 

I had thought about telling him, but did he ever give me a chance? 

After the miscarriage, I deliberately kept the truth hidden, waiting for the day when he would finally learn. the truth. 

Regret? 

I wanted him to suffer the way I had–restlessly, tortured every night, unable to sleep. 

From now on, every time he sees a child, he’ll think of our unborn child, forever haunted by the memory of what could have been. 

He gently touched mine and our child’s name engraved in the tombstone, then he slowly knelt down. With a gentle yet quivering voice, he inquired, “Child, what is your name, Joy? Do you hate Daddy? It’s my fault 

He looked down at the flowers, bubble tea, toys, and pastries that had been left at the grave. 

Before I passed away, I used to make regular visits. Even though the child wasn’t fully formed, I wanted them to have what other children had. 

But it had been a long time since I died. 

The flowers had long wilted and faded, leaving only dry leaves, pitifully leaning against the gravestone. 

Older flowers had lost their color and were blown away by the wind, scattered into pieces. 

Luke stared at the wilted flowers, unable to control the hot tears falling down his face. 

Wasn’t it too late for him to cry now? Maybe our child had found new parents. 

I hope in the next life, the child wouldn’t meet the parents like us. May Joy have a peaceful life. 

Luke picked up a toy, wiped the dust off, and gently shook it. 

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“Boom, boom boom!” 

Joy, Daddy’s here. Can you hear me?” 

A gust of wind blew, lifting a half–dried flowel petal into the air. 

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Those petals were like the love between us–already fading, even before I died. The love would wither and fade until it was completely gone, scattered by the wing 

Luke seemed to realize this, quickly reaching out to grab it. 

He barely caught a petal, but his grip was too tight. The dried petal crumbled in his hand. 

He opened his palm; only fragments remained. The wind blew, and even the remnants were gone.. 

“No!” 

He staggered, trying to chase after it, but he stumbled and fell in front of the grave. Mud stained his expensive suit, leaving his appearance disarrayed. 

I didn’t look at him again but gently touched the gravestone. Joy, I’m sorry, Mommy was late. I won’t be able to visit you anymore. If there’s a next life, I hope you’ll be born into a good family next time. 

This was a cemetery, with countless souls resting here. But I couldn’t find a single one like me,