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

created by twinkling drones. The

ultimately been a show to impress another woman. Someone sent me

usually so detached, curled into a

the midst of their r joy, my eyes closed for the last

that after death, one may

there was truly another life, I hoped I would never cross paths

But f

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

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tried to reach out to them, but my hands went straight through their

Looking

saw my almost transparent form.

dead and my spirit had somehow ended up near

passionately, I felt the sharp sting

promised me that his feelings for Anna were purely sibling-like and that he loved only me. Another firework streaked across the sky, and Luke suddenly

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look even more captivating. She bit her lip and said, "Luke, I didn't mean for this to happen.

watched as he pulled out his phone and dialed my

I

more than twenty years

his romantic encounter with Anna, as if

Beep, beep, beep.

rings, my voice remained

for Luke,

But I

a corpse

I was dea

frowned deeply. "Anna, I'm going to check Chloe's last

now he

the river. If he came now, he might still find

I

slipping away, and I dreaded what the scheming murderer might do to

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

Luke hesitated. "But Chloe.

to find she was 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 harm

doubts, and he rubbed his

Chloe could be as understanding as

and I

a

f irony.

to be sensible. Chloe, you can be as

blocked the doorway,

I

Anna,

prevent her

ther from entering.