Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 Make Him Suffer 

Chapter 111 Make Him Suffer 

Luke clenched his fists tightly, as though he had received a devastating blow. “T–it’s my fault.” 

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He looked as if he were about to shatter. For a moment, my heart–so battered by them–felt the faintest sense of being patched up. 

Does he feel pain too? Compared to the suffering I’ve endured, what does his pain even amount to? 

Sheila’s voice came through sharply, “Zoey, we’re in the memorial hall. Your expression and words don’t seem quite appropriate, do they?” 

I didn’t look away, meeting Sheila’s gaze directly. “Sheila, I just heard some stories about Luke and his wife. To be honest, I feel for Ms. Sander. She gave everything for her love, and in the end, what did she get? I heard she died–alone by the riverbank on a snowy night. What was Luke doing at that time?” 

I deliberately guided him back to that memory. He remembered. That very night, the sky was filled with fireworks, but he was busy kissing his sister–in–law amidst the colorful displays. 

In desperation, I made a distress call, but he impatiently hung up on me. 

Just thinking about that, I knew Luke must be aching sharply on the inside. 

But I wouldn’t give him the quick punishment but cut him slowly, making his life more miserable than death. 

In the stunned silence from Sheila, I pressed further, “By the way, Sheila, I heard Luke received a phone call and ran off from his wedding. Whose call was it? Why would he run away from his wedding? What could be more important than his marriage? How could that person be more important than his wife, his childhood sweetheart?” 

“Enough!” Adam interrupted, his irritation clear. 

Probably because I was a woman, it wasn’t convenient for him to say more. He turned to Carter and warned, “Control your woman. Keep her in check. Dont let anyone have ammunition against us.” 

Carter’s dark eyes locked onto Adam’s face, expressionless. “Did she say anything wrong?” 

One sentence, and Adam had nothing to retort. 

I absolutely adored Carter’s personality. Together, we were unstoppable. 

I tugged on Carter’s sleeve and continued, “Carter, it’s strange, isn’t it? Luke’s relationship with his wife was so strong, then why did he run away from the wedding?” 

Carter smirked coldly and said, “His love was just a facade.” 

Exactly. It was all just a facade–he had faked it, even to himself, fooling himself into thinking he truly loved me. 

“That’s terrible. Ms. Sander was truly unfortunate–betrayed by her beloved, trapped by it, and in the end, she died tragically.” 

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Chapter 111 Make Him Suffer 

Every word I said made Luke’s eyes dim further. 

Meanwhile, Carter’s grip on the armrest tightened, the veins on his hand protruding. 

Finally, I dropped a casual remark, “She’s dead now, so who’s he crying for?” 

With that, I gently pushed Carter away, leaving Adam and Sheila glaring after me in resentment. 

They weren’t my parents; I didn’t care about their feelings. 

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Carter spoke coolly, “You just married into my family, but you came in so strong. Aren’t you worried they’ll make things difficult for you?” 

Having just snapped at everyone, I was in a good mood. 

I turned to him seriously. Tve heard about Luke and Ms. Sander from before. After spending so many years together, Luke simply ran off. Is that what a man does? I’m just standing up for Ms. Sander. I don’t beat around the bush, and besides, I didn’t say anything wrong. If they blame me, it’s because they feel guilty! Maybe Ms. Sander’s death has something to do with them!” 

Carter glanced at me, his gaze probing. “Go on.” 

1 feigned innocence and continued, “If Ms. Sander really died by drowning in the river, why has her body never been found? And why was her body hidden inside a sculpture, placed so boldly in their marriage home 

I suspect Ms. Sander might have been murdered. Maybe the killer was someone she knew, because otherwise, there’s no explanation for why her body ended up in a sculpture while she died by the river.” 

“Carter, who do you think hated Ms. Sander so much to make her death so tragic?” 

Carter didn’t answer, but asked me, “What do you think?” 

“Usually, there are a few reasons for murder. First, this was a planned, premeditated crime. That rules out random killings by a mentally unstable person. The rest are either for money or for personal gain. I heard that Ms. Sander’s couture wedding dress was recovered after her death, which rules out financial motives. That leaves emotions or business interests. So, whose interest did Ms. Sander threaten?” 

I stopped there, saying no more. Speaking too much would just invite suspicion. 

Esmee had told me a crucial clue before she died; I would need to follow that lead. 

Carter fell silent for a long time, the funeral proceeding after the mourning ended. The burial was about to take place. 

It was truly surreal. I was seeing my own burial. 

I held an umbrella, walking slowly along the stone steps in the crowd. 

Luke held my urn. Anna wearing black and a small white flower in her hair walked beside him. 

Thank goodness I was still alive, or I’d have been furious to see such a scene. 

To others, they appeared as loving siblings. Only Carte and I knew what a disgusting pair they were. 

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