Loved You Once But He's My Forever

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Chapter 42 There's News About Mrs Bolton

Chapter 42 There's News About Mrs Bolton

The next morning, after the rain had cleared, Luke received a phone call and rushed out in a hurry.

His car drove up to our marriage home. What was he doing here? Had he discovered something about me?

A few workers were standing in the front yard. The one in charge spoke up as soon as he saw Luke, "Mr Bolton, we have placed the sculpture you requested. Would you like to take a look?" A sculpture!

I quickly turned my attention to the object wrapped in waterproof cloth. Last night, I had mysteriously found my way here and already concluded that there was a part of me here.

But I never imagined that my flesh and blood would be hidden inside a sculpture.

What had Luke commissioned to be carved?

The rope holding the cloth in place had already been loosened, and Luke pulled at the corner of the sculpture, yanking it forcefully.

The waterproof cloth rustled as it was pulled away.

Water droplets scattered in every direction, and the trur form of the statue came into view.

I recognized it immediately. It was Undine, the water goddess from mythology.

The craftsmanship was impeccable. The water goddess was draped in a translucent gown, her arms raised in an elegant pose.

The texture of her wet, clinging fabric, from the folds of her gown to the subtle outline of her body beneath, was rendered with stunning detail.

Looking closer, I was struck with shock-her face looked nearly identical to mine.

According to legend, Undine had no soul. The only way she could obtain one was through marriage to a human. However, if her husband were unfaithful, she would kill him.

This statue depicted the goddess in her white gown, emerging from the water, hands raised as if to claim. her husband's life.

In that moment, she was both the epitome of beauty and of vengeful wrath,

Unlike other sculptures, the skin exposed in this piece had a faint, lifelike flesh tone, making it all the more

realistic.

"Mr. Bolton, do you approve of the work?" the artist asked.

Lake gazed at the face of the goddess, murmuring, "Her face....

heard from our master sculptor that this statue was made for Mrs. Bolton. We understand you're deeply in love with Mrs. Bolton, and it's placed here in your marriage home, so we took the liberty of using Mrs. Bolton's face. Is that alright with you,

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eyes, I

deep love for

the statue. "No problem, I'll have the

we won't disturb you any further, Mr.

the villa,

"Chloe, you once said that if I betrayed you. you'd turn into a water goddess and

said those words, though at the time, it was a

grown up together. Never in a million years did I think that this man, who was my childhood sweetheart, would be

had conspired so that the soulless water goddess would become me, the one who had lost her body, her soul now a mere echo.

Like me, my revenge was never allowed

been overrun with weeds. Luke called in a gardener to tidy up, and the

fixed on the sheets where he and Anna had shared on our wedding night. A subtle frown appeared on his brow, He coldly ordered, "Change all the

hesitantly replied, "But they're brand new and haven't been used yet. Perhaps we should wait until Mrs. Bolton returns to sleep in them first?" She had no idea that they had already been

find this filthy

bedspread and said, "Take this and

"Yes, Sir."

Also, change the carpet

this would somehow crase Anna's presence

maid sensed his unstable emotions and wisely remained silent, clutching the bedspread

the room.

she was making the bed, her gaze fell upon some water stains that had dried

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there was no mistaking what

long, so these marks certainly weren't left by

went pale, and she seemed to understand

deep in wealthy

acted swiftly, hastily bundling the sheets and

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her hurried steps, and feared she might stumble down the

just a maid who had inadvertently uncovered her master's great secret. She and I had a good relationship, so I was sure she felt

embroidery had custom-made this bedspread for me a year ago. The fine bedding set alone had taken the master a year to

I had cared about our wedding, the familiar maids

my efforts had been so carelessly destroyed. Of course, she would feel sorry for me. Perhaps she was torn now, wondering if

had been redone with new bedding-a blue and