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Chapter 70 My Death Starts Her Plant

Chapter 70 My Death Starts Her Plan

The sound of the falling frame cut through the moment, breaking the eyes, once clouded with desire, hardened and regained clarity.

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connection between them. Luke's

He abruptly stopped, stepping away from Anna.

I had witnessed this scene so often that it no longer stirred the same emotions as the first time.

it was only

If anything, Luke might still be considered restrained. We had been together for years, yet about six months ago, after a night of heavy drinking, that we reconciled and ended up in bed together for the first time.

That was also the night I became pregnant.

Since then, Luke had been with Anna often. The taste of physical intimacy had changed him, making him more uninhibited.

But it was clear he didn't value Anna. She sat on the floor, nearly naked and gasping for breath, while Luke remained fully dressed, ready to leave her behind without a second thought.

He moved swiftly to the desk, leaving Anna on the carpet, her legs trembling.

I watched as he picked up the fallen frame of our photo. His gaze was dark, filled with resentment.

How had so much changed in just a few days? Why did he seem to loathe me now when he had been so desperate to find me not long ago? What had Anna told him?

Luke suddenly hurled the frame to the ground. The glass shattered, and his hands gripped the edge of the desk, the veins on them bulging. Anna straightened herself and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Luke, someone like Chloe isn't worth your grief, she murmured.

I had only been gone a few days, yet everything had spiraled into chaos, leaving me unable to grasp the plot at play.

Luke said nothing. Instead, he lifted Anna into his arms and carried her to the inner room, tossing her onto the bed before pinning her down again. To Anna, it might have been a passion, but to me, Lukes actions seemed more like an outlet for frustration.

What was he so angry about?

Determined to understand, I stayed and observed quielly.

Never in tny life did I think I'd stand there, watching my husband and Anna in bed.

If I had a phone, I might've even live-streamed the scene for the irony of it all.

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stop until the afternoon. When it

As she left,

acting like an

into evening, and the sky turned a

on the disheveled bed, smoking in

enjoyed it with Anna, but he seemed weighed down by

room, he pulled out his

me. But in the image. I

used my body after my death, staging photos that made me appear

it was no surprise he misunderstood. My lifeless body had been

absence at the wedding by being with someone else. He couldn't have known that the 'me' in the photo was no longer

now

anger on Anna.

attitude had shifted so drastically. He believed my

happened. It

severe injuries in Chedor brought the investigation into

only deepened my concerns-Anna's schemes were

to manipulating Grandma for shares and now

extended beyond just eliminating me. I couldn't shake the feeling that my death had only been the beginning.

to destroy the Sanders or the Boltons-or

my death itself, but the uncertainty of

Anna, leaving

miss any opportunities, I stayed close to Luke

as he indulged in

channeling all

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like the garage

most outrageous of all. Anna

going inside, they

was cold with rain and snow, they were in high

car directly in front of the sculpture. Inside, the car was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the fierce

waist and knelt on the back seat, letting Luke unleash

carved to look nearly identical to me, contained my

spot on purpose, both to provoke a reaction and

and I are having a great time! I dont need you anymore!" Luke

stood outside, watching through the window as Anna held onto the

my life, I had become a

won this round, I knew she wouldn't

watched them, I couldn't shake the feeling that Luke's future wouldn't be

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