Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Even after Her Death

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Chapter 425 Wasn't Going Anywhere

The room was filled with stunned faces, especially from the Carlyns brothers.

They had no idea what I was doing.

Yael, mid-motion of passing a ravioli, froze so suddenly that his hand shook, sending the dumpling plopping back onto the plate.

Whitney stared at me, dumbfounded, her thoughts likely racing to piece together what on earth had transpired overnight. Her gaze flicked between Amber and me, suspicion etched across her face. She was probably thinking, "Whoever or whatever you are, get out of Amber's body!"

It was too surreal for her to process.

Carter, on the other hand, seemed to have figured something out. His expression grew darker by the second.

Yael whispered nervously, "Chloe, you

I took a sip of the soy milk and said casually, "What's everyone so shocked about? Amber is Carter's aunt. Since Carter and I are married, it's only proper that I respect her. Amber, wouldn't you agree?" Amber's reply was stiff but obedient: "Yes."

Just last night, she came at me with a dagger, ready to end me. And now? Here we are, playing the picture- perfect happy family.

This absurd plot twist was beyond anyone's imagination. Taylor, notably, remained silent throughout.

Even Yael, sensing something was off, couldn't figure out where the pieces didn't fit.

The breakfast continued, though everyone seemed lost in their thoughts.

As soon as we finished eating, Amber turned to Taylor. "Come to the study with me."

"Okay, Mom," Taylor replied, but not before giving me a deep, piercing look.

In the past, Taylor often wore a fake smile, one that gave nothing away. But now, his expression had shifted to something colder and more foreboding-far more unsettling than his false cheer.

He followed Amber out. Yael, still uneasy, tried inching closer to me, but Carter's iey glare made him instinctively retreat.

edge, finally blurted out,

also watching me intently, waiting for

Amber," I said lightly. "She was moved by my sincerity and agreed to convince Taylor to

you go."

exchanged disbelieving looks. "That's impossible," Yael scoffed. "Taylor is obsessed with Whitney. He'd rather die than let

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help. If she made the promise, she would

from the study, followed by the sound of porcelain

cried, bolting from his seat toward

I hurried after him.

was on his knees amidst shards of broken porcelain. Blood streamed down his forehead from a fresh cut caused by the jagged

presence, was known for her volatile temper otherwise. She was a ticking

had underestimated how

his injury, Taylor straightened his back and stared Amber down. "Mom," he said firmly, "I'll agree to anything you ask. But Anna is my everything. If you're determined to tear us apart, you might as well kill me

that. You've

and me is none of your business. Not even if you're

"You!"

say more, Carter wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back and silently urging

as well. It's not something driven purely by your possessiveness. If you truly love Whitney, shouldn't you respect her feelings?" Taylor turned to Whitney. She stood silently

I'd marry you, and

betrayed an unhealthy obsession, and the blood dripping slowly from his forehead

by your side for years. Has she been happy? Have

left him silent. Over the past few days, I'd noticed him trying to change. He no longer treated Whitney like something he could simply take for himself. Instead,

get married and have a wedding ceremony, do you think

us and has nothing

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"She's spent the best years of her life with you, yet how many of those days have been truly happy? Her past has been nothing but darkness. Are you planning to dim the rest of her life, too? To make her live like a shell of herself? Sure, you might be able to comfort her today. but what about tomorrow? Next year? Years down the ne? Hearts change, Taylor. And when the day

your hatred. So why not take it a step further? Let's compromise. I won't interfere with your wedding, but at the very least,