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

What have you done? It doesn't matter anymore.

I smiled and ignored her. I didn't want to endlessly repeat my suffering to others.

Kate stumbled toward me, arms outstretched as if to pull me into an embrace.

"Chloe, I'm sorry..."

I had fought my way out of hell, not to witness her feigned remorse.

If she really cared about me, she wouldn't have seen me as so wicked and broken. The most ironic part was that the one trying to defend me was the same person who had shoved me into the depths of despair. "Mrs. Sander, I don't deserve this."

She extended a shaking hand, her eyes clouded with tears as she gently brushed my cheek. "My poor daughter... I'm so sorry. How could I have thought of you like that when you've always been the most well-behaved one since childhood?" Yes, I was always obedient.

After my sister disappeared, I understood there was a lingering tension in the Sanders, so I tried my best to be the perfect sister and a dutiful daughter.

But my kindness and compliance ended up being the very reasons they stabbed me in the back.

Before she could lay a hand on my face, Wisteria yanked at her hair, her voice dripping with the same false sweetness, "Mom, I didn't reveal the truth to help you reunite with your daughter."

Exactly, she wanted to make everyone in the Sanders suffer!

How could physical pain even begin to compare with psychological torment? Those were wounds that would never heal, no matter how much time passed.

She shoved Kate aside. "Mom, do you understand why I left Greg unharmed? Ethan and Jake died too quickly-I'm not satisfied. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. How about we play a little game, shall we?"

She turned to me. "Chloe, you're just as pitiful in the Sanders. You must hate them as much as I do, right? I'll give you a choice. Pick one person, either Josh or Greg, and cut off their legs, and I'll let you go."

Josh and Greg both stared at me, and I expected them to beg for mercy.

This time, Josh shut his eyes, hiding whatever emotions were behind them.

"Cut off my legs. It's ..." His face seemed to age by ten or 20 years at that moment. No longer as vigorous as he was half a year ago.

Standing beside Dominic, he appeared more like the elder of the two.

Tightening his grip on the fabric of his pants, his lips quivered with uncertainty as he muttered, "It's my fault."

Dad...

The memory of him and Luke going to Chedor to find me flashed in my mind.

He was selfish, fearful, greedy, and reckless, yet there had been moments when he treated me with sincerity.novelbin

Humans are such complicated beings, full of contradictions and inconsistencies.

My body shook slightly, and my voice quivered with emotion as I spoke, "Do you think saying that will make me forgive you? I won't. I can never forgive you for everything you've done to me!" "Then kill me. This is what the Sanders owe you."

In this life-or-death moment, he was the first to step up like an elder.

Greg cried out in anguish, "Dad, you can't die. Chloe, kill me instead. Let my blood pay for your sins."

The person beside me handed me an axe, bringing back memories of what I'd seen in Yael's trunk earlier.

If it were them, they'd likely laugh and strike without a second thought.

Sometimes, I hate myself for not being ruthless enough.

What's the use of holding onto this so-called humanity?

They were the ones who caused me this pain, and all I needed to do was cut off the source of it.

Greg crawled on the ground,

clutching my leg. "I'm sorry. I've always been the dumbest and most useless, easily influenced by others. After your rebirth, I thought you had turned against us because you kept targeting the Sanders. I'm stupid; I even wanted to kill you for the family just now. Chloe, just kill me already!"

I tightened my grip on the axe, each finger locking around it, my voice losing its usual calm. "Do you think ... I won't do it?"

He lifted his gaze to meet mine, his face twisted with despair.

Tears and snot streamed down. His pitiful expression a stark reminder of that first heartbreak at 18.

That night, he had held me while drunk, mumbling, "Chloe, I'll find a girlfriend as nice as you one day. No one could ever love me the way you do." "Idiot, you're my brother. How could I love anyone else but you?"

"Chloe, I will always love you, forever."

But in the end, he broke that promise. After that, he wandered through countless romantic entanglements, no longer captivated by any woman.

I was in my third year of junior high at the time, overwhelmed with studies. He would occasionally bring me gifts to lift my spirits.

He would pull me into his newly acquired sports car and race down the coastal road.

He always said that life was too short to waste and that we should embrace it and not lock ourselves away in books.

He introduced me to skiing, drinking, and even racing.

When my parents found out, he was harshly reprimanded. Yet, despite the scolding, he was winking at me with a grin on his face while receiving punishment in the family chapel. He was the most undependable brother.

If it weren't for Wisteria's provocation, maybe he'd still be as careless as he always was.

Without any grand goals, he spent his days indulging in drink and women, living for the moment. But he would still carry me out when I got married.

He said that on that day, he won't let Ethan carry me. He will carry me instead.

"Greg, you idiot, could you be any more foolish?"

"Then I wouldn't be so soft-hearted."

"I don't need your apologies; I just need to remember your cruel, heartless faces."

"I don't want to be involved with you anymore."

"I... should despise you."

"This is the outcome I've earned, Chloe. Go ahead and end it. Rather than continuing to live in fear and

I

anxiety, it's better if I just die...

know it's too late to say anythin

now, but I still owe you an apology."

He gazed at me, then gave a slow, regretful smile. "Coco, I'm sorry. I realize my mistake."

"I know I don't deserve to address

you like that, but I truly regret falling for her lies and pushing you away again and again. You must have

been incredibly hurt at that time net

right? I'm the most cruel and foolish person in the world. I failed to protect my sister properly. If I could go back, I would never have treated you like that."

"I owe you, and I'll make it up to you in my next life!"

With those words, he exposed his neck to the sharp edge of the axe.

Blood sprayed out, splattering across my skirt and legs.

"Greg!"

"Greg!"

He sprawled on the ground before me, his hand reaching out slowly, "Coco, I'm sorry, I couldn't witness your wedding ... "