Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101 I Saw a Woman Trapped in the Sculpture 

Chapter 101 I Saw a Woman Trapped in the Sculpture 

In this new life, I was far less carefree than the time when I was just a soul. 

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I had regained my emotions, my desires, and after a period of blankness, all of them came rushing back at once. It felt like a herd of wild horses galloping across the plains, or a flood during the rainy season, surging uncontrollably. 

The intensity of those emotions overwhelmed me, making it impossible for me to control them. 

The wind in my ears seemed to fade. Anna seemed to say something after she had gotten out of the car, but I couldn’t hear her. 

The towering sculpture before me stood like a lighthouse in the dark night. I was but a small boat adrift in the vast ocean, pulled toward it little by little. 

It pulled me forward, step by step. 

When I reached the sculpture, snow that hadn’t yet melted covered its surface. 

Tears began to fall from my eyes, landing in the snow at my feet. The warmth from my tears created small indentations in the snow. 

Maybe, to everyone else, I must have seemed possessed in that moment. 

I couldn’t hear them calling my name. I trembled and reached out my hand, slowly brushing the snow off the sculpture. 

It was strange. 

This was my body, yet it felt like an old friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. The emotions inside me were so complicated that I didn’t even know which one was the strongest. 

A deep, impenetrable sadness cloaked me entirely. 

“Zoey, what are you doing?” When I didn’t respond, Anna called out and tugged at me. 

I sensed that something was controlling my mind. 

There was only one thought in my head. 

She felt cold. 

I’m Chloe, but I’m not just Chloe. 

My hands, red from the cold, kept brushing the snow off the sculpture, no matter how numb they became. Then, Carter’s voice broke through. “Don’t forget, you’re injured! Do you want to get yourself killed again?” 

Although Zoey’s wounds weren’t fatal nor deep, any sudden movements could easily cause them to tear open again. 

A second injury could be worse than the first. 

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Chapter 1011 Saw a Woman Trapped in the Sculpture 

His cold voice felt like a bucket of ice water, chilling me to the bone. 

Death? I didn’t want to die. 

Death is terrifying 

It would be pure agony to drift alone in the world, with no one hearing my voice. 

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I felt lost, my face streaked with tears, my eyes red, and I must have looked pitiful in the eyes of others. 

Luke spoke up, “Aunt Zoey, you don’t look right. You should get some rest in the house.” 

My heart was in turmoil, beating wildly as I let Anna support me. 

“What’s wrong, Zoey? Should we take you to the hospital?” 

I didn’t answer her, but I glanced back. 

In the heavy snow, Carter sat alone in a wheelchair. 

He lifted his head, silently watching the sculpture’s face. 

It was a look I had never seen before, eyes filled with sorrow. 

Snowflakes fell onto him, but he seemed oblivious to that. There he stood, along with the sculpture, like a lone figure lost in the storm. 

I felt like the strength had been drained from me. Darkness overtook me as my body went limp. 

Before I lost consciousness, I thought I saw Luke reach out toward me. 

“Chloe.” 

Years of shared emotions had triggered a reflex in him. He caught my body and carried me upstairs. 

Anna followed closely. When Luke laid me on the guestroom bed, Anna lowered her voice and questioned, “What are you doing? She’s Zoey, not Chloe!” 

Luke stared at my face, a flicker of pain crossing his features. 

“She looks too much like Chloe, especially her profile. When I couldn’t see the red mole on her forehead, I instinctively thought, she’s Chloe.” 

Luke fumbled for an explanation. He might have believed the mysteries Anna created when he was angry, but once that passed, the emptiness in his heart would slowly be filled with longing. 

We’d known each other for nearly 20 years. That was a long, long time. 

It wasn’t something Anna could erase with a few words. 

Luke’s mind had been on the edge of collapse and rebirth. Perhaps in moments of extremity, he hated me, but in the endless longing, his rationality was slowly eaten away. 

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Anna’s voice turned cold and reminded him, “Have you forgotten what Chloe did to you? She betrayed you. Even if she’s dead, she deserved it!” 

Luke’s expression changed dramatically. He coldly looked at Anna and chided, “What sort of nonesense are you blabbering? I just asked Nelson today, and there’s no progress. We haven’t found Chloe’s body yet, so there’s still a glimmer of hope.” 

“Luke, have you lost your mind? Even if Chloe is alive, she hates you. To get back at you, she slept with someone else. Doesn’t it bother you?” 

Luke’s fists clenched, and he said, “I’m not crazy. She betrayed me, but I betrayed her too. When I saw Zoey, all I could think of was Chloc, alive as she once was. 

“In the past, I complained that she was boring. She hid her true self and helped me rise to power. Didn’t I transform her into an uninteresting person? 

“She had made all sorts of preparations to be the mistress of the house. At home, she took care of everything; outside, she handled it effortlessly. She was my anchor, while I …‘ 

Luke covered his face and continued, “I enjoyed the convenience she brought, proud of myself for thinking she wasn’t lively enough, wasn’t interesting enough. But I forgot I was the one who turned her into that. And I was doing those things behind her back.” 

Tears slipped from his fingers, and his voice choked. “I have stopped blaming her. Even if Chloe betrayed me, if she came back, I wouldn’t hold it against her. I just want her by my side, just like before.” 

Slap! 

Anna slapped him hard across the face. 

This was the first time I saw Anna have an outburst. Her eyes were red as she questioned, “What about me? What am I to you?” 

She finally stopped pretending and showed her true face. 

I didn’t witness this drama because, after losing consciousness, I heard a familiar voice. 

To be precise, it was a voice I had heard before I jumped off the building. It was her–Zoey. 

“How do you find my body?” 

We were communicating in my mind. I saw a woman dressed in a long black dress, its hem embroidered with black velvet roses. 

A’red dot on her forehead made her appear even more captivating. 

But her complexion was pale, and her eyes coldly fixed on me.