Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
Billionaire Is 85

Chapter 85 How Should I Live?

Chapter 85 How Should I Live?

Nelson stared at the statue for a long time. Finally, he spoke. "This looks a lot like Ms. Sander" Luke nodded. The sculptor knew how close Chloe and were. He used her face as the model."

Nelson studied the statue more carefully. "The color's strange....

He wasn't an expert in art, but something about it seemned off.

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Most statues were made from stone, plaster, or bronze Some, especially in abbeys, had gold plating.

But this one had a pale pinkish tint, almost like skin. That was unusual-at least, Nelson had never seen anything like it.

"Mr. Tucker, do you think something's wrong with the statue?"

I stood nearby, hoping Nelson would replace what I was desperately trying to uncover.

If the truth behind the statue came to light, it could finally explain my death.

Please. I thought to myself, hoping he'd notice something.

But after walking around the statue, tapping on it, Nelson shrugged.

"It's nothing, really. Just looks a little different. Let's head inside and check it out."

Nelson had already asked about the house-it was where Luke and I had lived. I had been there a lot when we first moved in and decorated six months ago. Lately, though, I hadn't been back. The decorations had been done by the wedding planners and the house staff, with no real involvement. from me.

Trying to replace answers here felt like a needle in a haystack.

Nelson led the group inside, checking every corner. There wasn't much to see.

"Mr. Bolton, we'll go to the next location. Thanks for your help. We'll contact you if we replace anything."

"Where's the next place?"

"The crime scene. The forensic team is already there collecting evidence."

"I'm coming with you."

Luke couldn'rthink about anything else. His mind was focused only on one thing: replaceing out what had happened to me, the truth behind it all.

At first, Nelson had said no. He tried to use the investigation as an excuse, but Luke wouldn't back down. He promised he wouldn't interfere. He just wanted to watch, to be there from a distance. Nelson didn't know what to do. In the end, there was nothing he could do to stop Luke. Even if he said tro, Luke would replace a way.

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As they passed the statue again, I shouted, but it was pointless. They couldn't hear me.

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The car started moving slowly, and I watched it disappear down the road. My heart sank. If they missed this chance, they might never leam the truth.

1 held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, something could be found at the spot where I had fallen.

But it had been over a month since my death, and the ever was right there. Any clues would likely have been swept away by now.

At the river's edge, a police line had been set up.

The wind was bitter, and the only people around were officers and the forensics team.

This time, things were different. They combed the area thoroughly, turning over every rock, checking

every comer.

Nelson showed up, and a man in a white coat and rubber gloves walked toward him.

"Mr. Tucker, we found something. This is likely the first crime scene," the man said,

Luke hurried over. "What did you replace?

The forensics expert gave him a cautious look. "Mr. Bolton, I know you want answers, but we can't have anyone else here during the investigation. Please wait in the car. I'll let you know if we replace anything Luke was frustrated but had no choice but to follow the rules.

He watched as Nelson moved past the police line, and I stayed close behind. I overheard the forensics expert speaking quietly.

"Mr. Tucker, we sprayed luminol last night. The weather's been clear for the past few days, no snow. We found a strong reaction under some rocks."

Luminol reacts to blood, glowing bright blue in the dark. They had used it to reveal any blood traces, and now they could clearly see the evidence.

The team had spent all night collecting blood samples and mapping out the traces left behind.

I looked down at the broken bloodstains, my mind pulling me back to that night. I could still feel the pain. in my side as I ran, pressing my hand to the wound, my phone clutched in the other hand.

I had been begging for Luke to answer, but by then, my strength was almost gone.

I collapsed at the water's edge.

That's where the blood had poured out, soaking into the ground.

Nelson studied the marks, his face a mix of concern and confusion. The forensic expert spoke up. lucky it's winter. The river didn't rise, and the snow was light. Some of the blood got into the cracks between the rocks and the dirt. The killer thought it would be washed away, but it's still here."

"We're

"Has it been identified Nelson asked.

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"Yes," the expert said. "The blood matches what we found on her wedding dress. It's Chloe's blood."

Nelson surveyed the area. He could see that the bloodsains stretched across a wide space.

"She was stabbed over there, then ran here. There's blood all over."

The expert nodded. "Chloe weighed about 100 pounds 1ler blood volume would have been around 3500 to 4000 milliliters. Given the wound and how far she ran, even if she wasn't hit fatally, she would've bled out. She wasn't likely to survive." "What do you mean, "wasn't likely to survive?' Luke's voice came from behind them.

He had rushed forward without anyone noticing.

"What are you saying? That she didn't survive?" Luke grabbed the expert by the collar, his face wild, his eyes red and desperate.

"Mr. Bolton, you need to step back. Don't interfere with our investigation," the officer warned.

"I'm not leaving," Luke shouted, pushing the officer aside.

Nekon, frustrated, turned to face him. "Mr. Bolton, remember what you said a month ago? You didn't care about your wife then. And now, suddenly, you're acting like you've loved her all along? Who are you trying to fool?"

He grabbed Luke's coat and pointed to the bloodstains Look at this! Chloe was stabbed. She bled out all the way here. She didn't make it."

Luke stared at the faded stains on the ground, most of which had been worn away by time and nature.

But what remained was enough to show how much blood I had lost.

Nelson let go of Luke's coat, and Luke's knees buckled. He sank to the ground, trembling, reaching out as though trying to touch where I had fallen.

"Chloe..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Mr. Bolton, please, don't disturb the scene," the officer warned again, grabbing his arm.

I watched as tears filled Luke's eyes. Two streams of them ran down his face silently.

His voice broke as he spoke, his hands shaking "She called me. She asked me to save her. She said she was going to die..."

Without warning. Luke slapped himself hard across the face.

"I was on the other side of the river, setting off fireworks. I didn't know... I didn't know! I thought she was joking...

Again, he slapped his face, over and over, as if trying to punish himself.

His whole body shook, and he seemed to forget the pain.

With tears running down his face, he knelt on the ground. "Chloe, you're gone. How am I supposed to live

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without you?"