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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whispered something to someone, then carefully carried Whitney away. As I watched them walk

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

massive web God lays out in advance. No matter how carefully we

they could have

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body, gently touching the wound on her head and wiping

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woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to

my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma,

was the day I had been waiting for, and, now it

wanting

earlier came from thinking he was dying-believing he could speak his truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he understood the helplessness I had felt.

whispered, his

may have

fact that he was

she sighed in relief and approached me. With the Carlyns gone,

and asked softly, "If

froze, clearly not expecting

had looked so much like me, yet not one person

How ironic.

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

today, they would still see me as the

hadn't recognized her own daughter immediately,

That was the deepest wound

ashamed, unsure of what to