Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 425

The room was filled with stunned faces, especially from the Carlyns brothers.

They had no idea what I was doing.

Yael, mid-motion of passing a ravioli, froze so suddenly that his hand shook, sending the dumpling plopping back onto the plate.

Whitney stared at me, dumbfounded, her thoughts likely racing to piece together what on earth had transpired overnight. Her gaze flicked between Amber and me, suspicion etched across her face. She was probably thinking, "Whoever or whatever you are, get out of Amber's body!"

It was too surreal for her to process.

Carter, on the other hand, seemed to have figured something out. His expression grew darker by the second.

Yael whispered nervously, "Chloe, you ... "

I took a sip of the soy milk and said casually, "What's everyone so shocked about? Amber is Carter's aunt. Since Carter and I are married, it's only proper that I respect her. Amber, wouldn't you agree?"

Amber's reply was stiff but obedient: "Yes."

Just last night, she came at me with a dagger, ready to end me. And now? Here we are, playing the picture-perfect happy family.

This absurd plot twist was beyond anyone's imagination. Taylor, notably, remained silent throughout.

Even Yael, sensing something was off, couldn't figure out where the pieces didn't fit.

The breakfast continued, though everyone seemed lost in their thoughts.

As soon as we finished eating, Amber turned to Taylor. "Come to the study with me."

"Okay, Mom," Taylor replied, but not before giving me a deep, piercing look.

In the past, Taylor often wore a fake smile, one that gave nothing away. But now, his expression had shifted to something colder and more foreboding—far more unsettling than his false cheer.

He followed Amber out. Yael, still uneasy, tried inching closer to me, but Carter's icy glare made him instinctively retreat.

Whitney, restless and on edge, finally blurted out, "Chloe, what exactly happened last night?"

Carter was also watching me intently, waiting for an explanation.

"I talked with Amber," I said lightly. "She was moved by my sincerity and agreed to convince Taylor to let you go."

Whitney and Yael exchanged disbelieving looks. "That's impossible," Yael scoffed. "Taylor is obsessed with Whitney. He'd rather die than let her go."

Whitney didn't say anything, but the doubt in her eyes mirrored Yael's sentiment.

It wouldn't be easy, but Amber had already agreed to help. If she made the promise, she would find a way to control Taylor.

Just then, a loud bang echoed from the study, followed by the sound of porcelain shattering.

"Taylor!" Yael cried, bolting from his seat toward the noise.

I hurried after him.

Inside the study, Taylor was on his knees amidst shards of broken porcelain. Blood streamed down his forehead from a fresh cut caused by the jagged fragments.

Amber, ever composed in Carter's presence, was known for her volatile temper otherwise. She was a ticking time bomb, and her sons had learned to tread carefully around her.

But I had underestimated how much Taylor cared for Whitney.

Ignoring his injury, Taylor straightened his back and stared Amber down. "Mom," he said firmly, "I'll agree to anything you ask. But Anna is my everything. If you're determined to tear us apart, you might as well kill me right now."

I cut in coldly, "Tear you apart? You've got some nerve calling it that. You've kept Whitney locked away for years. ‘Mutual affection' doesn't mean much when it's one-sided possession."