Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 475

While I existed as a spirit, I came across a bracelet strung with beads crafted from my remains; a statue shaped from my flesh and blood, and even a book bound in human skin. Yet, I had never witnessed the exact moment my own body was torn apart.

The sight hit me hard when compared to seeing Randy's decapitated head. My entire body quaked, and my eyes widened in shock.

Only then did I understand that when terror reaches its peak, it silences you completely. It felt as though an unseen force had seized my throat, leaving me gasping for air.

Whitney quickly sensed that something was off with me and asked, "Chloe, what happened?"

Struggling to speak, I forced out just one word, "Photo."

She gave it a quick look before turning her head and calling out loudly, "Carter!"

Carter, who had initially come to help me calm down, rushed in the moment he heard the noise.

Passing him the phone, Whitney said, "This photo was sent to Chloe on purpose."

Carter held me tightly, whispering words of comfort, "It's okay, Chloe. Don't be scared."

My thoughts were spiraling out of control. "It's Wisteria—she's not dead!"

No one else came to mind. The others from Carlyn Residence, assuming any of them are still alive, wouldn't bother sending me something like this even if they had the time.

Whitney had been there for the heart transplant between Wisteria and me. After the surgery, Taylor arranged for her to be sent away.

Even she had never witnessed something so horrifying.

Yael had once mentioned that he sculpted my body later and wasn't around when these pictures were taken.

Even if Amber was consumed by thoughts of Carter, she wouldn't have the time for something so trivial, especially if Dominic was with her.

Only Wisteria, Silas!

She was the only one with the motive and the opportunity to carry out such twisted and revolting acts.

The phone buzzed again.

Carter picked it up and checked for me. This time, there wasn't a picture—just a single chilling sentence.

"I will always be watching you, Chloe! If I can't have happiness, neither can you."

Whitney's expression darkened as she muttered, "It's her. She's still alive."

Without hesitation, Carter copied the phone number, forwarded it to his device, and sent it to someone capable of tracing its origin.

After handling everything, Carter turned to reassure me. "If she's still alive, then we'll make sure she doesn't stay that way, Chloe. It's all in the past now—don't be scared."

"Okay," I murmured.

Gradually, my panic subsided, and I regained control over my emotions.

"By the way, Carter, Whitney mentioned feeling like someone was tailing her on her way to school yesterday. You should look into it. This time, the other party's behavior is really strange."

Though the situation seemed to target me, there was an inexplicable connection to Whitney.

Could it really be Wisteria plans to destroy everyone at the Sanders?

Did she not have the chance to come after me directly, so instead, she decided to torment me this way?

Still, something felt off. What were we missing?

"I've already sent someone to look into it. The tracking showed the route was near the school. There were a lot of people around at that time, so it's tough to pinpoint who exactly it was. For now, you two should stay inside and avoid going out."

Whitney nodded quietly, "Got it."

Carter stood up. "I'll be stepping out for a while."

She looked at him with concern. "Carter, has there been any update on that person?"

Carter shook his head. "Not yet. If there's any news from the Carlyns, I'll let you know right away."

"Okay." Whitney's gaze was heavy with disappointment.

"Chloe, she's only trying to ruin your happiness. Don't let her win. Eat a bit more."

"Okay."

I knew a tough road was still ahead. At first, I couldn't help but feel sick and ended up throwing up out of sheer instinct.

After throwing up, I forced myself to eat again, only to vomit once more.

Little by little, I started to get used to it.

Watching me struggle, Whitney's heart ached for me. She gently placed her hand on my stomach and said softly, "Baby, be good. Don't make Mom suffer anymore, she's already so tired."

I wiped my mouth with a tissue and gave her a weak smile. "The baby isn't even fully formed yet, how could it understand you?"

When the topic of the baby came up, Whitney's expression softened. "Do you think we'll be able to hear the heartbeat in two weeks?"

I'll eat for you.

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