Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 33

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After hearing the whole truth, Luke had lost all of his earlier composure. It was the first time I saw such at complex expression on his face-guilt and self-blame.

He must have been thinking about how much I loved children, yet our only child had died because of his

actions.

"That child..."

Neal spoke up directly. "The fetus was less than three months old, not fully developed. It wasn't even a person yet. Would that make it easier for you, Mr. Bolton? You can still feel at peace and stay by your sister's side." His words, seemingly casual, were dripping with sarcasm aimed at Luke.

People had said similar things before; even his assistant had hinted at it, but Luke had never taken it to heart.

He lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly, his voice gravelly. "What happened to the body of the

fetus?

"You know the procedure. There's no intact body in cases like this. Usually, we handle it ourselves, but Chloe insisted on doing it herself.

Neal glanced at Luke, who looked like he was on the verge of breaking. He casually scribbled down an address.

"I've got work to do. If you're done, Mr. Bolton, you can go now. I'll say this again. Chloe's a good woman; if you don't cherish her, someone else will."

In the past, Luke would have lashed out. But today, he said nothing. He simply muttered a thank you and" left, looking utterly defeated.

After he was gone, Neal sighed and muttered to himself. "I told you, you and him don't belong together. Why wouldn't you listen to me?"

I felt a tightness in my chest and murmured under my breath, "Yeah, I regret it, but it's too late now."

Life wasn't a game. You can't just restart after you lose.

I had to learn that the hard way.

Even after I was cruelly killed, I couldn't avenge myself All I could do was remain in another dimension they couldn't see-watching things from a god's perspective, but unable to do anything. Luke rode quickly to the cemetery. He found the grave I had set up for our child.

According to our customs, stillborn babies don't have graves, let alone fetuses that never even had the

chance to be born.

But I still did it. In my heart, that child was mine, even if they only lived in my womb for a single day.

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it didn't have a photo or birth

the deceased and the person who erected

fingers gently traced the words on

Joy Sander, R.LP.

Sander. Chloe, why couldn't you tell

cruel? I

the moment that child

it weren't for his push, the miscarriage

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her reckless behavior, I wouldn't

him, but did he ever

miscarriage, I deliberately kept the truth hidden, waiting for the day

Regret?

I had-restlessly, tortured every night, unable to

on, every time he sees a child, he'll think of our unborn child,

engraved in the tombstone, then he slowly knelt down. With a gentle yet quivering voice, he inquired, "Child, what is your name, Joy? Do you

tea, toys, and pastries that had been

the child wasn't fully formed, I wanted them to have what other children

it had been a long time

flowers had long wilted and faded, leaving only dry leaves, pitifully

flowers had lost their color and were

wilted flowers, unable to control the hot tears falling

him to cry now? Maybe our child had

meet the parents like us. May Joy have

wiped the dust off, and gently shook

III

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"Boom, boom boom!"

Daddy's here. Can you

gust of wind blew, lifting a half-dried flowel petal into

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I died. The love would wither and fade until it was

this, quickly reaching out to

grip was too

his palm; only fragments remained. The wind blew, and even the remnants