Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 533

Wisteria!

It had been more than a year since I'd last seen her, but there she was.

So, she hadn't died after all.

But as soon as I saw her, an overwhelming sense of unease took over. Everyone at this event was someone Carter had personally invited. How had Wisteria managed to slip in unnoticed?

Someone had to have been helping her from the inside.

It was Eleanor.

Only she had the kind of power to dismiss everyone and create the perfect chance for Wisteria to strike.

So, all along, she'd never stopped scheming against me.

"Chloe, I see you're still standing. How lucky you are, huh? After everything that happened, you're still alive, and now you even have two precious kids," Wisteria said, her voice dripping with spite.

Kids?

A chill ran down my spine. I suddenly remembered—Eleanor had taken my children away before.

Was she really planning to hurt them now?

"Chloe, don't worry about your kids. I have one goal, and that's you. If you don't want anything to happen to them, you'll come with me right now."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Stop asking questions. Just come with me. If you refuse, I'll start cutting off one of your kids' fingers—one by one—until you agree."

"No!" I interrupted, my voice shaking. "Don't touch my kids. I'll go with you."

"Good girl," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips, satisfied by my response.

She led me out the back door. A car was waiting outside, confirming what I feared—this had all been carefully planned.

But why today? Why my wedding day? Why now?

"Get in!" Wisteria shoved me violently, forcing me into the car.

The driver was a woman who'd worked for the Hudsons, the same one who had likely helped Wisteria escape.

A cold, sharp knife pressed against my side. My stomach dropped.

This was it.

This was the moment I couldn't escape.

The last time, Wisteria had been the one to kill me. No matter how many times I came back, it seemed this was always how things ended.

The car sped off, and before long, I realized where we were headed—a cemetery.

She hadn't killed me when we first met because she was planning to bring me here, to Silas' grave, to finish what she had started.

And sure enough, I was right. We pulled up in front of Silas's tombstone.

His grave had been well taken care of over the past year, cleaned and maintained. Someone had been tending to it regularly.

Wisteria's voice was as cold as ice. "Kneel."

"My kids, where are they?" I demanded, my voice tight with a mix of fear and anger.