Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 421

She grabbed me by the collar and hissed, "Why aren't you wearing it anymore?"

It was clear that her concern for Carter far outweighed any affection she had for her own son.

The ravioli she once made for Yael had left a lasting impression on him, but over the years, she had prepared countless meals for Carter herself.

When Carter struggled with mobility, she sent Damian to take care of him.

And Carter's smooth rise in a foreign country? It was obvious she'd been pulling strings behind the scenes.

I had gambled—and I had won.

With a smile, I said, "Amber, I should thank you. If it weren't for you telling me about the Stone of Duality, I would never have known Carter was willing to risk his life for me."

Her expression darkened. "What are you getting at?"

"Well," I said, letting the suspense linger, "since you know about the Stone of Duality, you should also know that the stones remain effective for eighty-one days. Care to guess why I'm no longer wearing mine?"

Her pupils dilated, and I delivered the revelation slowly, savoring every word. "Obviously, the time is up. I don't need to wear it anymore because Carter and I have already swapped fates."

"D*mn it!" Amber exploded. Her fury propelled her forward, and she raised her hand to strike me.

I caught her wrist mid-air and turned the knife she was holding toward my chest.

"Amber, isn't this what you've wanted all along? To kill me? Well, here's your chance. Let me help you."

I spoke without a shred of fear. "But just so you know, Carter and I have exchanged fates. If you stab me, I might only suffer a severe injury, while Carter... Well, who knows what might happen to him?"

Her hand trembled violently. It was clear she understood the consequences. Amber was more familiar with the Stone of Duality than anyone.

I stood up, and this time it was her turn to retreat, step by step.

She was scared—terrified—because hurting me meant Carter would have to pay the price.

I advanced toward her, slowly and deliberately. "Amber, isn't this what you wanted? What are you hesitating for? Show me what you've got."

Amber was frozen, clearly unprepared for me to seize the upper hand so thoroughly.

Her dark eyes burned with icy hatred, the kind that seemed sharp enough to cut a person to pieces. But it was laced with helplessness, and that was what gave me joy.

So this was what it felt like to be the villain. I liked it. I loved how she desperately wanted to get rid of me but couldn't.

"Amber," I taunted, "your hands are shaking. Are you low on calcium? Want me to help? I've already died once—I've got experience."

I easily pried the knife from her hand and pressed the blade against my side, just above my kidney.

"This spot here? That's where Silas stabbed me clean through the other night. But your knife? It probably couldn't even pierce me."

Amber's expression hardened. She finally realized that I had come to Carlyn Residence with a purpose.

"What do you want?" she demanded.

I had her backed against the couch, and she fell into it with a thud.

Looking down at her, I let my smile widen. "I want a lot of things, Amber. Do you think you can give them to me?"

"Don't call me that!" she snapped.

"But I'm Carter's wife, and we're one unit. As his aunt, it's only polite for me to address you by name."

Amber's eyes widened in shock. "You both know?"

"Of course," I replied lightly. "And I should thank you. If it weren't for your care over the years, Carter wouldn't have achieved what he has."

I reached out and gently touched her face. Her features were nothing like Peter's. It was clear she had gone to great lengths to conceal her true identity.