Loved You Once But He's My Forever

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I died on my wedding night.

During our ceremony, my husband left me at the altar, making me the subject of ridicule for everyone in the city.

When a dangerous man attacked me, I called my husband for help, but he told me to just die already so that my sister wouldn't be bothered by me any longer. Before I passed away, I saw the city illuminated by fireworks.

These fireworks were supposed to celebrate our marriage but were instead his way of wooing another woman.

I thought that by dying, I would remove the last obstacle, allowing him to openly pursue my sister.

However, when he discovered that my bones had been fashioned into prayer beads he touched day and night, he lost his sanity.

As my consciousness dimmed, I made one final call.

On 1 the othe other end, a end, a chaotic noise preceded a man's cold voice. "Chloe, are you done making trouble? I've already given you a grand wedding. I'm just spending time with Anna. What more do you want?" Blood poured from me quickly as the attacker loomed over, observing my struggling and pitiful state.

He was aware that I was about to die and could no longer pose any threat.

But I clung to the faintest glimmer of hope, unwilling to surrender just yet.

My white wedding dress, now drenched in the river, was muddied at the hem. Summoning my last bit of strength, I cried out, "Luke, save me!" Luke Bolton cut me off with annoyance, "Enough. Aren't you tired of this charade? I'm fed up with it."

"I'm not lying. Someone is trying to kill

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me

пе scoffed, "Chloe, you were pretending to be sick before. What's this performance now?

"Are you so desperate for attention? Anna is your own sister, and you're Mrs. Bolton now. Will you only be satisfied if she's dead?"

The biting

cold I was nothing compared to his scornful words. As the blood pooled beneath me, staining my wedding gown, I knew my end was near. my final breath, I lay on my back, surrendering to my fate, my voice a faint whisper. "But Anna is safe and alive, while I ... am dying." "Just die already. That way, Anna wouldn't be bothered by you anymore."

With

Before the call ended, a sweet voice chimed in, "Luke, the fireworks are about to begin."

Luke's voice faded away,

The splash sent droplets inving only the howling wind in my ears. The blood-smeared phone slipped from my fingers and fell heavily into the water.

Amidst the the swirling snow,

Amid

which turned into burning tears streaming down my cheeks.

into my eyes, which

tiny

drones. The deafening bursts of fireworks filled the air, and my vision was overwhelmed by their dazzling

been a show to impress another woman. Someone sent me a photo of my husband,

detached, curled

the midst of their r joy,

death, one may

hoped I would never cross paths with Luke

But f

different plans. When I regained consciousness, I found myself under a brilliant, star-filled sky, watching a couple locked in an embrace. It was my husband, Luke,

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them, but

Looking

saw my almost transparent form. No one around seemed to

that I was dead and my spirit had

passionately, I felt the sharp

childhood sweetheart, and not long ago, Luke had promised me that his feelings for Anna were purely sibling-like and that he loved only me. Another firework streaked across the sky, and

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didn't mean for this to happen. I just... couldn't control myself." Luke gently

as he pulled out his phone and

I

chill swept over me. After more than twenty years of devotion,

after his romantic encounter with Anna, as if calling me was

Beep, beep, beep.

rings, my

always on standby for Luke, ready to answer

But I

could a corpse

I was dea

"Anna, I'm going to check

he remembered

I died, I had sent Luke my location by the river. If he came now, he might

I

was slipping away, and I dreaded what

small hand grasped his wrist, and Anna looked at him with pleading eyes. "Luke, please stay with

Luke hesitated. "But Chloe.

fine. Or when she said someone was stalking her, but nothing ever happened? "That's Chloe Chloe for you. She's always been spoiled, playing these tricks. She's the Sanders' heiress. Who would dare

words eased Luke's doubts, and he rubbed his

wish Chloe could be as

and I felt

felt a bitter pang

f irony.

love need to be sensible. Chloe, you can be

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Anna,

prevent her

ther from entering.