Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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Chapter 120 Carter, it's so sweet!

Chapter 120 Carter, it's so sweet!

I didn't care anymore. To provoke Luke, I forcefully placed Carter's hand around my waist,

Carter's large hand pressed against me. Even though I was wearing a sweater, he was stiff and unmoving, as if afraid to overstep the boundaries by even the smallest amount.

Luke's face darkened, but I felt a rush of satisfaction.

I remembered how Anna would frequently cozy up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck or waist, sometimes almost kissing him in front of me.

All I did was tell him to be mindful of the boundaries. Luke would furrow his brow, staring at me with cold eyes. "You're the one who's dirty, always seeing filth in others. Anna is my sister. What are you thinking? Apologize to Anna,"

He could be sweet and affectionate with a girl who wasn't even his real sister. Why couldn't I be affectionate with my own husband?

It felt so good to finally turn the tables. The cold violence and negative pressure I had endured from Luke hadn't been a one-time thing-

For years, I had felt like a walking corpse, especially after losing the child, when my mental state broke down completely.

I had even wondered if I hadn't been accidentally killed, and if I had exposed Luke and Anna's affair, my family probably still wouldn't have sided with me.

They would have found excuses for Anna and blamed everything on me. In the end, I would have been completely abandoned.

It was because my body was something they had given me that they could stand on their moral high ground, bind me with their expectations, and guilt-trip me.

I would be trapped in this torment for the rest of my life.

Chloe's death severed the last ties I had with them.

From now on, I would take revenge without any emotional burden.

What I owed them, I had already repaid long ago.

What I needed to do now was have my revenge in full, and I was going to make it even worse! This would be much better than simply stabbing them once.

A single stab would only hurt for a few minutes, but I wanted them to suffer day and night.

I coyly leaned against Carter's neck, my voice soft and sweet, "Carter, tonight... could you go a little gentler? It hurts"

That little whiny tone just happened to be loud enough for Luke to hear.

Carter was wearing a high-neck cashmere sweater, and Die soft fabric clung to his skin, taking on a faint

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pink hue.

voice was hoarse and tense,

go. I can't wait to have a home with

up from his lap and pushed the wheelchair again, not

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do you prefer boys or girls? Maybe we could have two, one like you, one like

said this, Luke abruptly raised

heard me say those very words

Word for word.

ke

he walked up to us. "Uncle

do. Since it's snowing heavily today and we have nothing else to do, why don't I join

at him and said,

nature of Carter's feelings toward

were to say they were close, in the past years,

were rivals, but Carter had gone abroad early on to work

was determined to get what he wanted on his own,

had returned to the country, and his investments were shifting toward domestic assets.

shake the feeling that Carter didn't have the same defensive stance toward Luke that

Luke at

insisted on joining

her annoying. He asked, "Why are you

Anna had no more reservations.

Luke didn't want to accept her, deliberately avoiding

go public, and the other wanted to

in

allow it, and neither

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my face was the greatest weapon She became eager and exposed her intentions too soon, trying to use the child to force Luke's hand. Moreover, she had underestimated Luke,

he loved most wasn't

their whole lives chasing what they

he was with me, he craved novelty, freedom. Anna's appearance had satisfied that for

I passed, he played the loving husband, making me the beloved he could

could a living person

his heart as a symbol of

had appeared again, and it

his complicated feelings for Chloe gradually shift onto me, and a thought woul occur

which was why she was

she forgot was that when a man began to get impatient with you, it was the beginning of failure. And all I had to do was

sat at the front of the van, while they took the

because of me. Every day, he'd be dragged out to be my tool, his face turning red ove

would be

box of grapes and smiled at Carter,