Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

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Even after Her Death

Chapter 501 I'm Your Most Important Person

That was absurd.

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Even though my mind felt clouded, as if wrapped in a thick veil, I still had a strong impression of Luke. We had grown up together, and he had even saved my life. There was no way he would betray me. "Why would I need a psychiatrist?" I questioned.

Sergio's gaze was soft as he replied, "Chloe, a lot has happened. Let me explain everything to you."

I sat on the swing, quietly listening as he recounted the past decade.

My love story with Luke came to an abrupt end the moment my fake sister, Wisteria, appeared. The pain she caused left me in despair, leading me into a deep depression. It was during that time that I met Sergio, who helped me through years of therapy.

Luke abandoned me at the wedding scene, and that very night, I died. But fate had other plans-I was given another chance at life and crossed paths with Sergio once again. We fell in love, started a family, and had children together.

However, due to the threat posed by a dangerous organization, he brought me to this island to ensure a safe

pregnancy.

"So, I can't leave for now?" I asked.

"Chloe, things have been chaotic lately. Someone anonymously sent you a severed head and even drugged you. The outside world is too dangerous. Keeping you here is the only way to protect both you and the children."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of the head.

I quickly averted my gaze. I couldn't recall all the details, but something about it felt oddly familiar.

"For the children's sake, just stay here and recover for now."

He gently stroked my cheek, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Chloe, I can't go through losing you again."

I hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, I'll stay. But I want a phone."

He sighed. "Chloe, I'm worried that revealing your location could put you in danger. That's why the entire island has a signal-blocking system. For now, you won't be able to contact the outside world. Please understand."

Something about his words didn't sit right with me, but I couldn't find any reason to doubt him.

For example, when he mentioned Wisteria, a sense of familiarity washed over me, accompanied by an instinctive feeling of disgust.

When he spoke of Luke abandoning me on our wedding day and the night of my supposed death, fragmented images flickered through my mind-snow falling, a wedding dress stained with blood, fireworks illuminating the sky.

my heart told me I had

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much has happened over the past ten years. Even if I talked for

don't know. I just feel like there's someone I

embrace me, but my body instinctively backed away. "Sorry, I don't even remember

He awkwardly withdrew his hand. "From now on,

"Let's head inside. If you want to know

behind him, watching

I couldn't shake the feeling that my husband's shoulders should be broader than

did I lose

turned to face me. "Someone envied our love and

full of sincerity, as if terrified of losing me again. "Chloe, I finally found you, and I won't let you go

I noticed the studio walls covered in paintings,

are the artworks you created during the three years we

took them in. Each piece felt strangely familiar, as if I could sense the

these seem like

and I stood by your side, gently guiding you step by step to overcome the pain," he

"Thank you."

of the memories I had lost, but even though Sergio felt familiar, there was still a sense of distance between

or grow close to. Right now, he felt more like a stranger. As night fell,

you not like the

it, tailoring every dish

proof of our past together, and his love for me was evident. Yet, despite all of that,

want to stay here. I wanted

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to stay on this island until the babies

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beautiful? You once told me that you dreamed of living in seclusion on an island with the person you loved-far from the noise of the world,

even brought out a painting. "Look, this is the home you

built it, piece by piece, shaping it into something he believed

ungrateful. He was doing that to protect me, yet all I

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

feel guilty. In a few days, you'll be able