Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 473

I had a strange and unsettling nightmare.

Ethan and Jake, who had already passed away, appeared before me with lifeless expressions and rigid movements, resembling the undead.

A sinister voice, chilling like something from a horror film, echoed from their mouths."Chloe, why didn't you help me?"

"Ethan, it wasn't my fault, I swear it wasn't!"

I tried to run, but just as I moved, my body crumbled into pieces.

Then, a head materialized—a bespectacled man I'd seen only once—now a disembodied head, floating eerily around me.

"Chloe, my death was so tragic—return my life to me!"

"No!" I screamed.

The nightmare ended as I jolted awake, and Carter, who had been dozing off beside the bed, instantly turned his gaze to me.

"Chloe, it's okay. Don't be scared. I'm right here," he said gently.

It took a moment for me to fully come back to reality, and then I threw myself into Carter's arms.

Cold sweat drenched my back as I clung tightly to Carter's arm. "Carl, there was ... a head."

He softly ran his hand over my hair. "It's all right, it's all taken care of. Captain Tucker has handled everything. Don't worry."

"Who was behind it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Damian apprehended a guy disguised as a delivery worker," he explained. "The man admitted someone hired him to drop off the package at our house. I've already told the property management to handle all deliveries from now on."

Just the thought of packages made me terrified to even glance at another cardboard box.

Each time I shut my eyes, that image of the bloodied head with its gaping wounds would flash before me. "Ugh ... "

Shoving Carter aside, I bolted to the bathroom, where I doubled over and vomited violently.

All I had eaten earlier was a small bowl of cereal, so nothing but remnants of it came up.

The sensation of dry heaving when your stomach is empty—desperately trying to vomit but unable to—is absolutely unbearable.

I sat on the floor, retching repeatedly until I was spitting up bile.

Carter knelt beside me, gently patting my back and offering a cup of warm water to rinse my mouth.

My stomach twisted painfully, and tears blurred my vision, leaving me feeling utterly miserable.

"Chloe, are you all right?"

Whitney stood in the doorway, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me—I didn't have the energy to engage with her.

After a few moments, I managed to pull myself up and ask, "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"Carter brought me over," she replied.

Carter scooped me up, carrying me back to the bed. Sitting beside me, he held my hand and gently asked, "Do you feel like eating something?"

I knew I must've looked frail and drained. "I don't want to eat," I murmured weakly.

"Chloe, you have to eat something—you've got a baby in your belly, remember?"