Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 399

Whitney's face drained of color as she read the words, her eyes wide with shock, unable to comprehend what she had just seen.

"How can this be? I distinctly saw Chloe … "

I motioned to my throat to show that I couldn't speak, then wrote a few words on the foggy glass.

I have been reborn.

It seemed like a light bulb went off in Whitney's mind. "Are you Zoey?"

She now understood the reason behind my approach.

I gave a slight nod and gestured to confirm it was indeed me.

Whitney suddenly embraced me tightly. "Chloe, I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect you. I had to watch those monsters ... they did horrible things to your body … "

Her voice broke, and she couldn't finish her sentence.

I had been correct all along—Taylor's vengeance wasn't just aimed at me, but also at Whitney. He made her witness the horrific destruction of her beloved sister.

No, it wasn't just about me; it was the collapse of the entire Sander family, and Whitney was forced to watch it all.

That was why she had been tormented by nightmares, trapped in a life worse than death, unable to escape.

Tears streamed down her face, and I felt just as helpless.

The sting wasn't just in my nose; my eyes burned as well.

But with my makeup in place, I was afraid the tears would ruin it, so I held them back, forcing myself not to cry.

I softly patted Whitney's back, trying to reassure her that Sadie had returned, that I was truly here to save her.

Whitney cried for what felt like an eternity before finally calming down. I gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, my heart aching for her.

"What's happened to your voice?" she asked in a strained voice.

I wrote down a name on the paper, Yael.

"Those devilish brothers! Chloe, I dream of killing them to avenge you, these monsters!"

I continued to ask about what had happened, and Whitney gave a rough explanation, which wasn't too different from what I had suspected.

At first, Taylor had sought revenge on her, tormenting her, but somehow, he ended up falling in love with her. He even wanted to marry her and have children.

"I despise this madman with every fiber of my being. How could I ever bear his child?"

Every time Whitney uttered his name, her voice dripped with venom.

I scribbled another name, Amber. Are you familiar with her?

By now, I was already aware of the deep enmity between the Carlyns and the Sanders.

Amber was simply the missing piece of the puzzle.

Whitney nodded, just about to say something. "She … "

A knock interrupted her from outside. It was Taylor.

"Whitney, are you finished with your shower? The car's here, and the weather's great—ideal for taking wedding photos."

Ah, that's right; today was the day they were going to shoot their wedding pictures.

I shot Whitney a glance, silently urging her to keep playing along.

She responded icily, "Give me five more minutes."

"Alright, I'll wait for you outside," he replied without hesitation.

Whitney hurriedly finished rinsing, worried that Taylor might still be lingering outside the door. Neither of us dared to speak further.

I jotted down a question, Janice gave you a phone—where is it?

Opening a cabinet, Whitney retrieved a box of skincare products, revealing the phone cleverly concealed within it.

Handing it to me, she whispered softly, "Don't use it here; the signal will give it away."

No wonder she hadn't heard from Whitney until now. Thankfully, I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, or I would've been caught on the spot.

It was perfect timing—they were heading out for an on-location wedding photoshoot. This gave me the chance to reach Carter!

I concealed the phone carefully, silently marveling at how Zoey had once again come to my rescue.

We didn't dare linger. I helped Whitney get ready in a hurry and sent her on her way.

Taylor stood at the doorway, cigarette in hand. When he noticed Whitney's tear-streaked face, his brows knit together in concern.