Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 537

When I finally understood that Eleanor had orchestrated everything, the pieces fell into place. As I thought back over the time spent with her, it became clear.

She had always pushed me to learn how to make the dishes Carter loved. She even told me that after she was gone, if Carter ever wanted those meals, I should be the one to cook them for him.

Now everything made sense. She had been preparing me all along to carry on her legacy in the kitchen. Even though Carter would no longer have his mother with him, her spirit, her presence, would remain in the meals she had taught me to prepare.

Every mother loves her child.

Eleanor was far from perfect, but from the start to the end, she had given every ounce of her love to her son.

Even in death, her thoughts remained with him.

Had she not passed, she would have always stood between us.

Jeffrey's death had dealt her a heavy blow too.

Though he had never loved her, he had been a piece of her life. And with his death, all the hope she had held on to faded away.

Carter held her close, tears soaking his shirt, trickling down her neck.

I stayed silent, simply standing by his side, offering my presence without words.

From a distance, Amber appeared, holding an umbrella above her. "Carter, please don't be sad. This was your mother's wish. She lived her life for you. As long as you and Chloe are happy, she has no regrets."

"Did she ever tell you what she wanted us to do with her remains?"

Amber's voice cracked, and her eyes were swollen from crying. "At first, she wanted to be buried beside your father, so she could haunt him forever. But later, she changed her mind. She wanted her ashes scattered in the ocean. Trapped in life, she hoped to be free in death, drifting with the wind, wherever it may lead her."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with sadness. The world around us seemed colorless, as though a storm cloud had settled over everything.

Our wedding had transformed into a funeral.

Luke and Eleanor—both lost to this storm.

The rain fell relentlessly, adding weight to this overwhelming tragedy.

That night, I fell ill with a high fever and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

In my dreams, people came to bid me goodbye—Grandma, Ethan, Jake, Jeffrey, and Eleanor. Their voices were soft, overlapping as the scenes around me shifted and changed without warning.

The dreams kept coming.

Wisteria appeared, wearing the same white dress from the day we first met. She had mimicked Snowflake's smile, calling out, "Chloe."

Back then, I had seen her as a sister, and I would have greeted her with joy.

But in this dream, she remained silent. Her face was pale, her eyes locked on mine, unblinking, full of something I couldn't understand.

In the shadows, I saw a tall figure. His face was hidden, but I recognized him immediately.

It was Silas. He was waiting for her.

Wisteria gave me one last lingering look before turning away and walking toward Silas. The two of them walked off together, hand in hand.

I felt trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wake up. My eyes wouldn't open.