Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 89

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Chapter 89 I’m Going to Die Again 

Chapter 89 I’m Going to Die Again, 

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As I listened to the two of them talk about the child as if I weren’t even there, I stood silently, bitterly smiling, 

Luke, do you remember our child? The one who never had the chance to see the light of day. 

Snowflakes started to fall from the grey sky, whipping hy hair and skirt around in the freezing wind. 

I stood on the rooftop, gazing down below. 

After losing the baby, there was a time when I considered ending it all. That night, I stood on the edge of the roof, letting the icy wind engulf me. 

Grief consumed me, and I longed to join my child. 

I didn’t know how Uncle Carter appeared out of nowhere to stop me. 

He told me that as long as I was alive, there was still hope to get back at those who had wronged me. 

That’s why I kept going–I wanted to seek revenge for both myself and my child. 

In the end, my compassion and kindness became my undoing. 

Those who hurt me continued to live without consequence, while I was left to suffer endlessly. 

Do I really have to spend my life watching Luke escape unscathed? 

I once believed I was quietly disappearing, ready to be reborn and begin anew. 

But Grandma was nearly killed by Anna, and Esmee died without any resolution. 

If my soul were to vanish, would there be any justice left in this world? 

The fate of this world is already decided. I can’t release my obsession, and my hatred for them only grows 

stronger. 

I don’t want to be reborn–I want revenge! 

The debts of this life must be settled in this life. Those who owe me their lives will have to pay with their 

OWIL 

Good people shouldn’t suffer an untimely death, and those who do wrong shouldn’t be allowed to live freely in this world. 

Even if I have to descend into hell, I’ll take everyone who’s wronged me down with me. 

I’ll use any means necessary–if fate gives me another chance, I will make sure to use it wisely. 

Please, I want to live! I can’t bear the thought of dying without understanding why! 

Tjumped from the high platform, hoping to escape Luke once and for all. 

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Chapter 89 I’m Going to Die Again 

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The freezing wind howled around me as I shut my eye trying to break free from the chains he had wrapped around me. 

Amid the howling wind, a strange woman’s voice reached my cars. Living is so exhausting! 

“I don’t want to marry that cripple. 

“Mom, it hurts so much. Will the pain stop if I die? 

“Mom, please don’t cry. I just can’t keep going. I love you.” 

Who could that be? 

Even though no one was around, I could still hear a voice that wasn’t mine. 

Her voice was filled with so much pain as if she couldn’t bear to live any longer. 

If only I could see her, I would tell her how precious life is and that there’s always hope. 

The ground was approaching fast, and I was shocked to realize I was hundreds of feet away from Luke! 

This was an experience unlike any other. 

As I saw myself plummeting toward the ground, a gleam of silver flashed in front of me. 

A sharp pain shot through my wrist. 

Was this pain? 

For the first time since I died, it felt as though I were trapped in a dream. 

After my death, I lost all senses, even the ability to feel pain. 

Yet now, I could actually feel it. 

How could this be? 

I glanced down and saw myself lying in the bathtub, blood staining the water, with dark roses drifting on top. 

I attempted to move, but the blood from my wrist poured out even faster. 

Though I had no idea what was happening, one thing was certain: it felt like I had been reborn! 

The person who originally owned this body had chosen to die, but my will to live was overpowering. 

At this very moment, the threads of time and space seemed to intertwine, swapping life for death. 

Did she die? 

I had been given a second chance at life. 

But there was no time to celebrate, as death was still looming over me 

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Clopres it I’m Going to Die Again 

Tackle added out of the water, overwhelmed by rush of rebirth, my body shaking with 

whided, 

How I had no dod, and the slick surface of the balefub made it difficult. After several anemas, I finally managed to escape 

traded dry towel and quickly pressed it against my wrist, applying pressure to the wound. 

My scanned the room for my phone, and I quickly dialed 911. 

eyes 

When the operator parked up. furgently explained my ination 

I tried to end my life by cutting my wrist, and I’m bleeding heavily. Please send help immediately.” 

The other party appeared somewhat taken aback. After all, people who cut their wrists are typically strong- willed, and it’s usually a bystander who calls for help, nor the person in need of rescue. 

“Dut you just say you were attempting suicide?” she asked again, likely concerned that this might be a tránk 

anked and replied quickly, “Yes, I tried to end my life, but halfway through I changed my mind. I 

“Can you tell me where you are? 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know? 

I froze for a moment. I didn’t even know whose body was in, so how could I know my current location? 

“Is anyone else with you?” 

I quickly scanned the room and realized I was in the bathroom. 

From the way it was decorated, it looked like a wealthy household. I opened the bathroom door and noticed it was almost midnight–the room was completely dark. 

I couldn’t gather any helpful details, and the operator tone suddenly shifted to anger. “Miss, please stop wasting time. Your call could delay help for someone who truly needs it.”