Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 423 Lunatic

We held each other tightly, Whitney trembling with emotion.

"Chloe, did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," I reassured her.

Whitney, unconvinced, let go of my hands and circled me, inspecting every inch as if to make sure I was unharmed. Only after confirming I was fine did she finally exhale in relief. Taylor, still nursing his bleeding wrist, looked equally astonished. "She didn't lay a hand on you?"

I glanced at the wound on his wrist, evidence of Whitney's fierce resistance, though he seemed entirely indifferent to the pain.

"Not only did she not hurt me," I said with quiet confidence, "but she'll send me back herself. Do you believe that?"

Taylor's brows furrowed, but after a moment, he muttered, "You're still standing here unharmed, so yeah, I guess it's not impossible."

Whitney quickly interjected, her voice urgent. "Chloe, then you should leave right away!"

I wasn't just planning to leave; I wanted Amber to personally send both Whitney and me out the door.

This was the best chance I'd get. Still, Taylor's possessiveness toward Whitney was a looming obstacle, and I knew better than to reveal my intentions in front of him.

I reached out, gently cupping Whitney's face. "I just want to spend a little more time with you."

"Chloe, you're too naive," she murmured, shaking her head.

Naive? Maybe.

But I also knew Taylor must have used me as leverage to control her over the years. Whitney could have given up long ago, but she endured all of it for the Sanders family.

If she could bear so much, then helping her was the least I could do.

"Don't worry about me," I said with a reassuring smile. "Just rest. Stop overthinking."

Obediently, she nodded, though the worry in her eyes lingered.

Both Whitney and Taylor knew Amber's nature far better than I did. If she had intended to harm me, I wouldn't still be breathing.

The fact that she hadn't made a move was proof enough—I was safe.

As night fell, the world grew eerily still.

with the faint sound of my footsteps on the hardwood

she was in her room on the

of mercy. She never expected I'd have the audacity

the one everyone feared-was unprepared for this lunatic

her. She sat up

the one Silas stabbed-one blade straight through me. It hurt so much, and

of her bedside lamp shattered the darkness, its

lost your mind? What are you doing here, acting like some ghost in the middle

you sleeping

for an invitation, I pulled back her blanket and lay down beside her. Amber's eyes widened in disbelief, her expression as if

luck!" she hissed, her teeth clenched. "Do

if I die, Carter won't live much longer either. Would you be able to stomach that? Amber, I've

I ever told you that no one has ever dared to threaten me? You can cut yourself, throw a tantrum, or even kill yourself I couldn't care less.

strategy was clear: agreeing to one demand would only invite more. She wouldn't give

that. I pulled out a dagger, its blade glinting under the soft light. Positioning it over my wrist, I fixed her with

willing to do for

The blade sliced down

time, there was no hesitation or build-up. My movements were too fast, catching her completely off guard. Bright red blood spread across the

up your bed. But don't you

fumed, her rage palpable as she nearly

knife and gave her a bright, cheerful smile. "Amber, all I want is for Whitney to leave safely know exactly what I'm doing. If you

heart-what do you

be quicker?"

as I added, "Oh, and Amber, make sure you and Carter take care of my body afterward. Bury us

wrist because I'd been through this before. It looks dramatic and bleeds a lot, but

her movements sharp and full of anger. Then, grabbing a towel, she pressed it firmly against the wound

while, she

How could

like this? His

the one she

made up your mind yet? Because if you haven't, I

after a moment of

as she spoke,

harder against my

out her phone to

a man in

room,

with him.