Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 9

When the car came to a stop, I snapped back to reality and realized we'd arrived at Silver Shore.

There was a Maybach parked next to where Luke had pulled over.

Who would be rich enough to come out here in this freezing weather just to feel the wind by the river?

Returning to the scene of the incident, a flood of emotions hit me.

I remembered how I dragged my heavy wedding dress along, my heart utterly broken, as I walked past the water that day.

Even though I hated him to the core, years of love weren't something you could just cut off in a matter of weeks. Him running away from the wedding—there was shock, anger, but mostly, it was disappointment.

Between Anna and me, in the end, he chose her.

Watching him walk away gave me every reason to hate him completely.

At that moment, I was numb to everything. I didn't even notice someone had come up behind me until they plunged a knife into my back, swift and precise. I looked down to see the blade sticking through my body.

I was in shock.

I could still see the exact spot where I fell. I couldn't feel any pain, but I instinctively reached for the wound.

Last night, I bled a lot. The relentless waves of the river had washed it all away.

I carefully checked the area again—there was no sign of my phone or anything else that might've fallen into the water.

"Uncle Carter, when did you get back to the country?" Luke's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I looked up and saw Carter sitting in a wheelchair by the river.

His black wool coat made his pale skin look even colder, and his face—so flawless it was almost unreal—came into view.

One look from Carter sent chills down my spine.

He was the product of Luke's grandfather, Jeffrey Bolton, spending one wild night abroad. His features were inherited from his blonde-haired, blue-eyed mother.

Handsome. Dangerous.