Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 451 Nothing to Do With the Sanders

No chip?

I stared at him, stunned, "You lied to all of us?"

Taylor's gaze shifted to Whitney. She lay on the ground her wedding dress soaked in blood, the diamonds on it sparkling in the sunlight.

She looked like an angel cast into the mud-so pure, y irreparably stained.

His voice softened. "How could I risk implanting something so dangerous into her?"

It made sense. The chip was controlled by an organization, and if he had implanted it, anyone could easily harm Whitney. He would never endanger her life that way.

Slowly, he walked over and gently lifted her from the ground. His hands were tender, as though she were a delicate treasure he feared to damage.

Watching him, my heart ached. What truly was the truth?

I recalled hiding in the closet at Yael's birthday party. Maybe Taylor had known I was there. That was why he had slept with Whitney in front of me, then taken her to the bathroom, deliberately creating an opening for me to leave.

And at the funeral home, he'd made sure to have that intimate moment with Whitney in the car, almost as if to remind me of his villainous side and push me away.

Then there was that time when Yael had disguised me as a mute servant, and Taylor had acted like he didn't know me.

He had purposely spared me over and over again.

In the past, I avoided him at all costs, but now, I could understand his position a bit better.

He wanted to protect Whitney and his brother. He couldn't defy his father's wishes for revenge, even if it meant becoming the villain and getting his hands dirty

He was only a few years younger than Carter, in his twenties-the age when most people live recklessly. But he had been bound by hatred, unable to escape, forced to keep moving forward.

this man loved Whitney with all

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Whitney away. As I watched them walk away, a wave of sorrow

certificate, he probably still dreamed of a beautiful wedding, of fulfilling

out in advance. No matter how carefully we

could have been perfect for each

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touching the wound on her head and wiping away the

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a strong, determined woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she had suffered less,

ran my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma,

was the day I had been waiting for, and,

by her side, wanting to say something but looking

thinking he was dying-believing he could speak his truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he

whispered, his voice

Grandma back to our homeland. We may have to cremate

other option. The fact

approached me. With the Carlyns gone, she finally

and asked softly, "If you

not expecting

like me, yet not one person in my

How ironic.

me coldly, but within three days, he had noticed the subtle differences in my habits and figured out who I really was. The

Wisteria hadn't revealed the truth today, they would still see me

Bill hadn't recognized her own daughter immediately,

was the worst thing. That was the deepest wound

deeply ashamed, unsure