Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 264

Chapter 264 The Harsh Truth

#20 Free Coins

This New Year has been busy but fulfilling for me. After spending three days at the Bolton residence, I finally returned to Philippa's house,

Without the Wilcher family's interference, Philippa seemed to be living more peacefully, her complexion glowing with vitality.

Bill had become surprisingly adept at peeling apples, skillfully cutting them into small pieces and handing them to Philippa.

She ignored him, her attention focused on crocheting an assortment of small toys with her yarn.

Over the years of her marriage to Bill, during long, lonely periods, Philippa had honed her craft skills to pass the time.

While she crocheted little bunnies, Bill sat beside her winding balls of yarn. The scene was oddly harmonious.

That harmony was quickly shattered by the ringing of a phone.

Bill's eyes darted nervously. "I need to step out for a bit he muttered.

Philippa didn't even glance at him. She simply turned and went upstairs.

We all knew why he was leaving.

Worried that Philippa might feel upset, I followed her upstairs. Just as I was about to speak, I saw her drop a coin into a glass jar. "Mom, what are you doing?" I asked.

Philippa gave me a faint smile. "It's an old habit I picked up years ago. Back when I was young and restless, I started this little game for myself. Every time your father disappointed me, I'd toss a coin into this jar. I told myself that once the jar was full, I'd leave him for good."

I glanced at the large glass jar and quipped, "You must've been pretty forgiving to give him so many chances. If it were me, even a medium-sized coffee cup would feel too big."

Philippa chuckled softly, cradling the jar. "You're right. Deep down, I never really wanted to leave. I knew the Wilchers couldn't do without him, and I didn't have the freedom to walk away either. It was just self-deception. But the habit stuck, even to this day." "And now, even with a jar this big, it's almost full."

The coins had nearly reached the rim. Just a few more and the jar would be filled.

It felt symbolic, a reflection of their relationship. If Bill turned things around now, there might still be hope for them, no matter how messy their past had been.

But if he kept going down this path, there could only be one ending.

Looking at the jar brimming with coins, I thought about how many times Bill had let Philippa down over

1/4

Dec

The

the last 20 years.

+20 Free Coins

be over soon, Mom. You'll have the happiness and freedom you

"Happiness and

of sadness in her voice

looked me straight in the eye. "I know

are

my daughter. Who you?"

hesitant so

ago.

"1..."

She's not as brave or clever as you are. I don't dislike you; in fact, I like you. But, I just want to know, where is

as she finally gave in to the weight

my head, knowing I had no choice but to tell her the harsh truth. "Mom, you know me.

went pale with shock. Just a short while ago,

"You're Chloe Sanders?"

I desperately wanted to live, and during that time, I heard Zoey's voice. She desperately wanted to die. That's how our fates were exchanged."

world. From her memories, I learned everything that had happened. As repayment, I'll fulfill all

that foolish child do something

a white dress, smiling at me so gently. She said she was finally free, and someone else would come

be sad. I've been through depression too, so I understand how Zoey felt. She was heartbroken. Don't worry-in this life, I'll treat you like my own mother and take care of you. When I found out you were pregnant, I couldn't bear to let you terminate it. I thought maybe Zoey couldn't let go of you, so she came back as the

experiencing my rebirth,

give

touched her still flat stomach, a trace of cautious hope in

2/4

Dec 11

86%

The Harsh

+20 Free Coins

brother or sister. I'm sure Zoey would want new life to be with you, to keep

before Philippa, gently wiping her tears. "Mom,

"No wonder you did all those things back then. You've been through so

always find ways to

out, I felt relieved. If Philippa ever uncovered more about

endured, she became even more gentle with me, trying to make up for the motherly love I had

side, telling her stories from my

rarely