Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Don’t Dirty Her Journey 

Chapter 86 Don’t Dirty Her Journey 

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The river’s current was soft and steady, and the wind gently tugged at my hair and skirt as I stood barefoot on the bloodstained ground. 

It was the same place, but I felt nothing. 

No pain. No chill. 

I stared at the man kneeling in front of me. His eyes were red and swollen, filled with so much conflict and pain. He looked as though he truly cared for me. 

But wasn’t he the one who had said to wait until they found my body before reporting it? 

Wasn’t he the one who had been with my sister on our wedding night? 

It was the same man who had disregarded me and told me to go to hell. 

I couldn’t help but wonder. What was going through his mind when he said that? Did he think everyone else would see him as a tragic lover? 

I reached down, lifted his chin, and slapped him hard across the face. 

He didn’t flinch. He only felt a cold breeze against his skin. 

At this point, I knew there was little hope left for me. 

Before her death, Esmee had mentioned that she had witnessed me being taken away in a car. 

By that time, I had probably lost all my blood. I was already gone. 

Luke shouted my name at the river. His voice cracked with desperation. Then, he collapsed, overcome by his emotions. 

He hadn’t been eating or sleeping. He had stayed up for more than 24 hours and had come down from the mountain without food. It was no surprise he passed out. 

When he fell unconscious, I heard the forensic expert speak, his voice heavy with worry. “It’s been over a month. If the body were going to be found, it would’ve happened by now. There’s no trace. It’s likely been cleaned up, and finding it will be nearly impossible.” 

“We still have to search,” someone replied with resolve. Start with Esmee’s workplace. The law never, forgets. We’ll find the person behind this and bring them to justice.” 

Luke was taken to the hospital. 

In just a few days, he had exhausted himself completely. He had lost so much weight that anyone could 

see it. 

Adam rushed from the hospital, his heart sinking when he saw his son in that conditions 

He stayed close to Luke as he woke. Luke struggled to open his eyes, looking around the room. 

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Chapter 86 Don’t Dirty Her Journey 

Luke had seen me a few times before, when he was delirious and weak. This time, I moved right in front of him, but he never reacted. 

His eyes moved slowly, scanning the room. They finally rested on the IV bag. 

“Luke, why did you do this to yourself?” Adam asked, lys voice thick with emotion. 

Luke’s voice was barely audible–low and rough. “Dad, Chloe’s dead.” 

He spoke so calmly. 

Then tears began to fall from his eyes, slowly soaking the pillow. 

Adam’s face grew serious. “I know. They’re still investigating. There might still be hope.” 

“Hope?” Luke’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I saw it. Blood was everywhere by the river. How could she still be alive?” 

His voice cracked, and he slapped his hands against his head. “Dad, it’s my fault! I should’ve something… I should’ve saved her…” 

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He moved so violently that the needle in his hand slipped out. Blood began to pour into the IV tube, Staining it red. 

“Luke, please, calm down! Stop moving!” Adam pleaded. 

But Luke, desperate, ripped the needle from his hand. Blood splattered across the white sheets. 

“Dad, Chloe was stabbed. The knife went through her waist. She bled so much… she’s gone. And I–what have I been doing?” Luke shouted, leaping out of bed. 

“She’s dead, and I’m still here. What’s the point? She must have felt terrified, all alone down there. It’s all my fault. She shouldn’t have died. I should’ve been the one to die.” 

Without waiting for Adam to stop him, Luke rushed out the door. Adam, thinking his son was too weak to do anything, was blindsided when Luke charged into him like a bull. With a surprising burst of strength, Luke shoved him aside and ran out. 

Adam pressed his hand against his side where he had hit the table, muttering angrily to himself. “Is he out of his mind? Somebody stop him! Get in his way!” 

Luckily, this was the private hospital of the Boltons, and there were guards stationed outside. At the sound of Adam’s shout, they moved quickly. 

Meanwhile, Luke was already on the rooftop. 

The sun was sinking low, casting a soft golden light that was fading quickly as night approached. 

There was no snow, but the cold wind whipped a floral bedspread that someone had left out to dry, making it flutter in the breeze. 

I could feel the temperature dropping. 

I followed him at my own pace, wondering if he died, would I finally be able to see him again?