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.

man loved Whitney with

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then carefully carried Whitney away. As I watched them walk away,

want to marry Whitney. Without a certificate, he probably still dreamed of

lays out in advance. No matter how carefully we try to

could have been perfect

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Nothing to Do

Grandma's body, gently touching the wound on

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a strong, determined woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she had suffered less, and in her own way, she had been lucky, especially since she had been the one to start it

my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma,

day I had been waiting

her side, wanting to say

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

he whispered, his voice

may have to cremate her here and take her ashes to be buried in our

was no other option. The fact that he was still

saw that Josh had been treated, she sighed in relief and approached me. With the Carlyns gone, she

at her tired face and asked softly, "If you truly loved me,

not expecting such

much like me, yet not one person in my

How ironic.

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

hadn't revealed the truth today, they

and Bill hadn't recognized her own daughter immediately, I

was the worst thing. That was the deepest wound in

seemed deeply ashamed,