Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 My Death Starts Her Plant 

Chapter 70 My Death Starts Her Plan 

The sound of the falling frame cut through the moment, breaking the eyes, once clouded with desire, hardened and regained clarity. 

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connection between them. Luke’s 

He abruptly stopped, stepping away from Anna. 

I had witnessed this scene so often that it no longer stirred the same emotions as the first time. 

it was only 

If anything, Luke might still be considered restrained. We had been together for years, yet about six months ago, after a night of heavy drinking, that we reconciled and ended up in bed together for 

the first time. 

That was also the night I became pregnant. 

Since then, Luke had been with Anna often. The taste of physical intimacy had changed him, making him more uninhibited. 

But it was clear he didn’t value Anna. She sat on the floor, nearly naked and gasping for breath, while Luke remained fully dressed, ready to leave her behind without a second thought. 

He moved swiftly to the desk, leaving Anna on the carpet, her legs trembling. 

I watched as he picked up the fallen frame of our photo. His gaze was dark, filled with resentment. 

How had so much changed in just a few days? Why did he seem to loathe me now when he had been so desperate to find me not long ago? 

What had Anna told him? 

Luke suddenly hurled the frame to the ground. The glass shattered, and his hands gripped the edge of the desk, the veins on them bulging. 

Anna straightened herself and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Luke, someone like Chloe isn’t worth your grief, she murmured. 

I had only been gone a few days, yet everything had spiraled into chaos, leaving me unable to grasp the plot at play. 

Luke said nothing. Instead, he lifted Anna into his arms and carried her to the inner room, tossing her onto the bed before pinning her down again. 

To Anna, it might have been a passion, but to me, Lukes actions seemed more like an outlet for frustration. 

What was he so angry about? 

Determined to understand, I stayed and observed quielly. 

Never in tny life did I think I’d stand there, watching my husband and Anna in bed. 

If I had a phone, I might’ve even live–streamed the scene for the irony of it all. 

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They didn’t stop until the afternoon. When it to 

is over, Luke sent Anna away. As she left, he told her throw out my photo. 

He was acting like an unhinged man, unpredictable and erratic. 

The day faded into evening, and the sky turned a dusky gray. 

Luke remained on the disheveled bed, smoking in silence. 

He had just enjoyed it with Anna, but he seemed weighed down by something, his expression brooding. 

In the dim room, he pulled out his phone and opened a photo album. 

The person in that photo was me. But in the image. I was lying naked with another man. 

Anna’s cunning was undeniable. She had used my body after my death, staging photos that made me appear alive and unfaithful. 

Looking at it from Luke’s perspective, it was no surprise he misunderstood. My lifeless body had been treated with a special substance to make me look as though I were merely asleep. 

To him, I had taken revenge for his absence at the wedding by being with someone else. He couldn’t have known that the ‘me‘ in the photo was no longer alive. 

It was now clear why 

anger on Anna. 

why his attitude had shifted so drastically. He believed my betrayal and was taking out his 

How foolish. I originally thought something major had happened. It turned out that he had fallen for her lies again. 

Roy’s severe injuries in Chedor brought the investigation into Anna to a temporary standstill. 

It only deepened my concerns–Anna’s schemes were far more elaborate than I had imagined. 

She had moved from targeting me to manipulating Grandma for shares and now deceiving Luke. 

Her plans extended beyond just eliminating me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my death had only been the beginning. 

What would her next step be? 

Was she aiming to destroy the Sanders or the Boltons–or perhaps both? 

It became clear that the most terrifying part wasn’t my death itself, but the uncertainty of what came after. 

Sadly, I couldn’t reach Anna, leaving me clueless about her intentions. 

Determined not to miss any opportunities, I stayed close to Luke in the following days, observing him closely. 

I watched as he indulged in reckless, intimate encounters with Anna. 

It was as if he was channeling all his anger and frustration toward me into her. 

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I saw them together in places like the garage and the cinema, their actions shameless and unrestrained. 

But tonight was the most outrageous of all. Anna boldly followed him back to our marriage home. 

Yet, instead of going inside, they stayed out in the car. 

Although the weather outside was cold with rain and snow, they were in high spirits. 

Luke had parked the car directly in front of the sculpture. Inside, the car was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the fierce wind and snow raging outside. 

Anna hiked her dress up to her waist and knelt on the back seat, letting Luke unleash his frustrations on her. 

His eyes remained fixed on the statue ahead. That sculpture, carved to look nearly identical to me, contained my flesh and blood. 

He chose this spot on purpose, both to provoke a reaction and to get back at me. 

“Chloe look! Anna and I are having a great time! I dont need you anymore!” Luke called out. 

I stood outside, watching through the window as Anna held onto the car window, her cheeks flushed. She coquettishly said, “Chloe, I won.” 

She was right. In losing my life, I had become a complete failure. 

Even though Anna had won this round, I knew she wouldn’t stop there. 

As I watched them, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Luke’s future wouldn’t be any better than mine. 

Even if Anna loved him, being loved by someone as cruel as she couldn’t possibly bring him happiness. 

I looked up at the snowflakes swirling in the wind. This year, it seemed like there was more snow than usual.