Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

What have you done? It doesn't matter anymore.

I smiled and ignored her. I didn't want to endlessly repeat my suffering to others.

Kate stumbled toward me, arms outstretched as if to pull me into an embrace.

"Chloe, I'm sorry..."

I had fought my way out of hell, not to witness her feigned remorse.

If she really cared about me, she wouldn't have seen me as so wicked and broken. The most ironic part was that the one trying to defend me was the same person who had shoved me into the depths of despair. "Mrs. Sander, I don't deserve this."

She extended a shaking hand, her eyes clouded with tears as she gently brushed my cheek. "My poor daughter... I'm so sorry. How could I have thought of you like that when you've always been the most well-behaved one since childhood?" Yes, I was always obedient.

After my sister disappeared, I understood there was a lingering tension in the Sanders, so I tried my best to be the perfect sister and a dutiful daughter.

But my kindness and compliance ended up being the very reasons they stabbed me in the back.

Before she could lay a hand on my face, Wisteria yanked at her hair, her voice dripping with the same false sweetness, "Mom, I didn't reveal the truth to help you reunite with your daughter."

Exactly, she wanted to make everyone in the Sanders suffer!

How could physical pain even begin to compare with psychological torment? Those were wounds that would never heal, no matter how much time passed.

She shoved Kate aside. "Mom, do you understand why I left Greg unharmed? Ethan and Jake died too quickly-I'm not satisfied. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. How about we play a little game, shall we?"

She turned to me. "Chloe, you're just as pitiful in the Sanders. You must hate them as much as I do, right? I'll give you a choice. Pick one person, either Josh or Greg, and cut off their legs, and I'll let you go."

Josh and Greg both stared at me, and I expected them to beg for mercy.

This time, Josh shut his eyes, hiding whatever emotions were behind them.

"Cut off my legs. It's ..." His face seemed to age by ten or 20 years at that moment. No longer as vigorous as he was half a year ago.

Standing beside Dominic, he appeared more like the elder of the two.

Tightening his grip on the fabric of his pants, his lips quivered with uncertainty as he muttered, "It's my fault."

Dad...

and Luke going to Chedor to find me flashed in my

reckless, yet there had been moments when he treated me

such complicated beings, full of

make me forgive you? I won't. I can never forgive you for everything you've done to me!" "Then kill me. This is what

the first to

"Dad, you can't die. Chloe, kill me instead. Let my blood pay for

an axe, bringing back memories of what I'd seen in Yael's trunk

were them, they'd likely laugh and strike

for not being ruthless

of holding onto this

the ones who caused me this pain, and all I needed to do was cut off the source of

crawled on

others. After your rebirth, I thought you had turned against us because you kept targeting the Sanders. I'm stupid; I even wanted to kill you

axe, each finger locking around it, my

to meet

and snot streamed down. His pitiful expression a stark reminder of that first heartbreak at

I'll find a girlfriend as nice as you one day. No one could ever love me the way you do."

I will always love you,

promise. After that, he wandered through countless romantic entanglements, no longer

of junior high at the time, overwhelmed with studies. He would occasionally bring

into his newly acquired sports car and race down the coastal

and that we should embrace it

me to skiing, drinking, and even

scolding, he was winking at me with a grin on his face

he'd still be as careless as he

goals, he spent his days indulging in drink and women, living for the moment. But he would

let Ethan

idiot, could you be

wouldn't

I just need to remember your cruel,

don't want to be involved with