Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
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Chapter 109 Mrs Sander, My Deepest Condolences

Chapter 109 Mrs Sander, My Deepest Condolences

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When Carter heard the word funeral, he frowned. After a brief moment of silence, he mustered all his strength to say the word, "Alright." For some reason, I felt as though Carter was about to break.

He gripped the armrest of his wheelchair, and for the first time, I saw the elegant man unravel, his composure slipping.

With his back turned to me, Carter said, "You should get ready too.

"Okay."

I rushed over, wanting to help him sit back in the wheelchair, but he raised his hand to stop me. "No need."

It was probably out of a sense of male pride, but I didn't want to interfere.

"Then be careful."

"I've already arranged your room," he added..

"Thank you."

He looked so forlorn, and perhaps wanting to be left alone, I quietly turned to leave.

But I didn't notice the hand that had been resting on the armrest, now tightly clenched. A single tear fell without warning-

I returned to my room, which had been converted from his walk-in closet.

That way, no one would realize there was a partition inside. His closet itself was expansive, and after placing a bed inside, it still felt spacious.

Half the clothes in the wardrobe were women's clothes,

It was true. Carter may appear cold on the outside, but he had a soft heart.

He maneuvered his wheelchair into the bathroom, and heard the sound of running water.

At that moment, the reality of cohabitation began to settle in.

Although Luke and I had been in a relationship for a long time, we had-ever lived together.

The only intimate experience I had with him was over year ago, when I thought he had finally come to his senses. That night, we drank too much. In the heat of the moment, we consummated our relationship. After that night, I became pregnant.

That kind of experience wasn't something I had often. had married Carter out of revenge for Luke, Whad forgotten that once we were married, we were real husband and wife, and I needed to adjust, but I

Despite his physical limitations, Carter was fiercely independent and capable of taking care of himself.

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When he emerged from the bathroom, he looked completely different, his earlier disheveled appearance

gone.

He had shaved, changed into a suit, and was dressed entirely in black and white.

His chiseled face was lifeless, and his already pale complexion looked even colder.

His icy gaze locked onto me. That innate sense of power he exuded overwhelmed me. My fear of him, ingrained deep within me, hadn't faded.

His eyes fell on my white coat. In a detached voice, he said, "Change into black."

I nodded obediently. "Alright.

I wore

What I wore didn't matter. After all, I was attending my own funeral-nothing was off-limits.

We both changed into black, and I donned a veil, the delicate lace covering most of my face, including the small birthmark on my brow.

Afraid of the cold, I slipped on black leather gloves and stepped into my high heels, gracefully making my way to the car.

My new identity had made me feel more at case. I didn't have the overwhelming schedule I once had, filled with responsibilities.

Since the day Luke and I got engaged, I had seen myself as his dutiful partner,

Jeffrey, too, was pleased. At every gala, he would bring me along, proudly introducing me as his granddaughter-in-law.

The title of Mrs. Bolton had weighed heavily on me for years, like a shackle, binding me to him.

Everything I did was for Luke, and I almost forgot living my own life.

The irony was that on the day I was about to marry him, I met my untimely death in the snow. Now, I had effortlessly become the real Mrs. Bolton, and yet, I felt a strange sense of freedom. en, where I This time, beyond seeking revenge, I also wanted to live a life where I didn't waste time on could chase after my own dreams.

As my thoughts wandered, the car finally came to a stop. Before I entered, I saw a procession of luxury

cars.

I had known both of our families had vast connections but I hadn't expected such a grand occasion to take place at my own funeral.

The sky was pouring rain, mixed with snowflakes; the gloomy weather was unbearable.

For me, however, it felt like a scorching sun. I removed my gloves, opened my palm, and let the rain and snow fall into my hands.

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It felt wonderful to be alive.

Even as the cold wind hit my face, I still felt like every day was bright and free..

Among the sea of mourners dressed in black and white. I held an umbrella and walked beside a wheelchair. The lace veil obscured most of my face, making it difficult for others to notice me.

I put my rain-dropped umbrella to the side and walked into the memorial hall.

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There, I saw a black-and-white photo of me-taken when I was 18. I was smiling sweetly in the photo.

At that time, I had no idea what the future held. It was the age when life was carefree and simple.

The memorial hall was decorated with white chrysanthemums and white hydrangeas.

See, they even remembered my preferences. How could they have truly forgotten?

No one cared about my wedding, but now that I was gone, they had remembered. But what did that

matter?

My eyes landed on my mother, who had always scolded and belittled me over the years. Dressed in black. she attempted to conceal her tired appearance with makeup, but couldn't conceal the tears streaming down her face. No brand of makeup could withstand that.

The woman who once prided herself on her beauty seemed to age years overnight. Her hair, once black, had turned mostly gray.

She hid her face, crying uncontrollably. Gone was the dignified lady; now she looked just like any other middle-aged woman.

I had been so dutiful in the past, but my sense of filial piety had disappeared after my death, replaced by their disdain.

However, amidst the crowd, I caught sight of Philippa. Despite her black coat, her warmth was unmistakable.

She was my real mother.

Lowering my head, I said a few words to Carter. He nodded absentmindedly. "Go ahead"

I was probably the most cheerful among the mourners, walking lightly toward Philippa. I linked my arm with hers. "Mom, what are you looking at?"

Philippa turnerl, her eyes red and swollen, making my heart ache.

"I just saw Mrs. Sander, losing her daughter and crying bitterly. As a mother, I can feel her pain deeply.

"Mom, you're so kind."

As I stood by my mom, who, no-should I say Kate or Mrs. Sander-was overcome with grief, I approached and handed her a handkerchief.

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""Mrs. Sander, my deepest condolences."

"Thank you." She took the handkerchief and looked up at me through her tear-filled eyes.

At that moment, as she sat and I stood, slightly bent over, she saw my face.

She dropped the handkerchief in shock.

Of course, she hadn't seen me before.

She threw her arms around me and cried out, "Chloe, my sweetheart, you've finally come back."

But I felt no emotion at her pitiable display. I gently pushed her away.

"Mrs. Sander, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your daughter."

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In her stunned gaze, I took my mother's arm and smiled brightly at her. "Look, my real mom is here."