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.

loved Whitney

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

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

like a massive web God lays out in advance. No matter how

all the hatred, they could have been

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body, gently touching the wound on her head and wiping away

48 Pears

Despite being such 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

my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma, rest in

I had been waiting for,

by her side, wanting to say something but

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

he whispered, his

to bring Grandma back to our homeland. We may have to cremate her here and take her ashes to be buried in our family

option. The fact that

me. With the Carlyns gone, she

softly, "If you

clearly not expecting such a

not one person in my family had

How ironic.

had noticed the subtle differences in my habits and figured out who I really was. The Sanders

today, they would still see

recognized her own daughter immediately, I

was the deepest wound in my

deeply ashamed, unsure of what to