Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 354 Zoey, I Got Your Back

When she was alive, I had never interacted with her for even a single day. And yet, I am the person in this world who understands her the most, who empathizes with her the deepest. The fact that she was still alive-it filled me with immeasurable joy.

I hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go. "Thank God! Thank God!" You're still here.

"Janice, who is this?" A sugary, fake-sweet voice rang out behind us.

Other people's family affairs aren't my concern. But Zoey? She's not just anyone to me.

In the brief exchange between the three of them, I had roughly pieced together their relationships.

I'm Chloe Sander, 28 years old, and she's Zoey Gardner, 20. She's like a sister to me.

Instinctively, I pulled her behind me, shielding her. My eyes scanned the woman who stood next to the man in the suit.

To be fair, Harlan had the kind of polished charm that hides a rotten core-a handsome face with refined, aristocratic features, a tall and lean build, and a cold, distant demeanor. But if he'd done Zoey wrong, I'll be the first to make him pay.

"Carter, this is your wife, isn't it?" Harlan started, breaking the silence.

I glanced at the woman in the white dress clinging to his arm. "Mr. Pearson, hello. And this must be Mrs. Pearson, correct?"

That woman's face lit up with triumph when I said that, a smug smile spreading across her lips.

Harlan frowned. He was visibly displeased. "She's not."

I smirked and said, "Oh, my mistake. With how she's hanging onto your arm, her chest practically glued to you, I just assumed she's your wife. My apologies, Mr. Pearson." Though I apologized, everyone present could tell I was being deliberately snide.

Carter coughed awkwardly and said, "That's on me. Let me introduce everyone properly. This is Harlan, whom I've mentioned to you before. And this lady here is his wife, Janice."

His voice trailed off as he gestured toward the woman, clearly not planning to elaborate. The smug woman's expectant expression froze in place.

Since Carter wasn't going to help her out, she took the initiative and introduced herself, "I'm Nina White. My family and Harlan's are old friends."

I nodded with mock understanding. "Ah, I see. Carter, I suppose customs are different where she's from. Where I'm from, even childhood friends understand the importance of boundaries. They don't cling to married men so intimately. Jaford must have a particularly progressive culture."

Then I added, "You don't have any other childhood sweethearts or old flames like this around here, do you? Because I'm petty and couldn't possibly tolerate a husband who doesn't respect his vows."

Carter knew I was being deliberately sarcastic but couldn't refute me.

was rude, but I couldn't stand

Zoey, I'll protect you.

again will I let anyone drive you to

out. Instead, he withdrew his arm from Nina and

retorted, "Are you my dad or something? Just because you call me over doesn't mean I'll come. How

had so many

expecting her to embarrass him in front of everyone. His face

defuse the tension,

out the seat next to him and looked at Zoey. However, Zoey didn't even glance at him. Instead,

we ended up becoming the closest of friends in that

sit, I'll join you," Nina offered, trying to

"Ms. White, weren't you about to leave?

laugh and said, "I just remembered that I actually don't have anything

me, asked, "You two know

and said, "No, but the moment I met her, I felt like she was

does it matter to you?

Harlan was speechless.

the meal, Harlan and

a shrimp for Harlan.

shrimp on his plate, she shot a smug look

innocence, "is it common for women here to

a few

stark contrast made Nina's attempt

placed a few shrimp onto Zoey's plate and said,

own sister. How could

smiled sweetly, biting into one, and said, "It's

"Why don't you peel some

couldn't help but wonder if Zoey's life was still miserable

this man be

a single punch, given the way his veins bulged on his hand as he

off a shrimp. At least

I've encountered enough

I've seen my fair

done this kind of