Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 7

I intended to ruin their lives before leaving this detestable city, cutting all ties for good.

Everything seemed to be falling into place, but I hadn't anticipated that Luke would leave the wedding early and that Anna wouldn't show up at all.

With the key players missing, what was the point of exposing anything?

I had to put my plans on hold, searching for another chance to act.

Yet, I never imagined that I would die that night and become a spectral observer of their betrayal.

I lost—utterly and completely.

How could someone who's dead compete with the living?

I couldn't win Luke's heart or seek vengeance for my child.

In this relationship, I was a total failure.

Even after I died, Luke refused to uncover the truth.

I trailed behind him, watching as he didn't even bother to look for me.

Instead, he went about his life and went to work as if my existence—or my absence—meant nothing.

All those years of deep affection felt like a grave mistake.

I deeply regretted ever loving him!

That night, the Sanders hosted a banquet.

Anna showed up in a delicate pink dress, clinging to Luke's arm and calling out sweetly, "Luke."

With their new relationship, Luke instinctively pushed Anna away, feeling it was inappropriate.

"Anna, stop. Chloe will be jealous if she sees us."

I felt forlorn. Even though I hadn't done anything to hurt them, how could they treat my death with such indifference?

Ethan, recalling the police officer's comments, felt a twinge of concern. "Do you think Chloe might really be in trouble? Maybe we should contact the police again and see if there are any updates ... "

Anna lowered her head, her voice trembling. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have called Luke yesterday. I didn't mean to disrupt Chloe's wedding. I didn't expect her to throw a fit and disappear."

Everyone quickly gathered around, dismissing my disappearance as just another tantrum.

Luke's expression grew serious, and unusually, he didn't join in the others' criticisms of me.

After the meal, he automatically headed to my room. Deep in thought, his face was dark and somber.

As he looked around at the familiar surroundings, I wondered if he ever thought of me, even for a moment.

He lit a cigarette, exhaling clouds of smoke as he dialed Roy's number.

"Any updates? Have they found Chloe's body?"