Chapter 425 Wasn't Going Anywhere

The room was filled with stunned faces, especially from the Carlyns brothers.

They had no idea what I was doing.

Yael, mid-motion of passing a ravioli, froze so suddenly that his hand shook, sending the dumpling plopping back onto the plate.

Whitney stared at me, dumbfounded, her thoughts likely racing to piece together what on earth had transpired overnight. Her gaze flicked between Amber and me, suspicion etched across her face. She was probably thinking, "Whoever or whatever you are, get out of Amber's body!"

It was too surreal for her to process.

Carter, on the other hand, seemed to have figured something out. His expression grew darker by the second.

Yael whispered nervously, "Chloe, you..."

I took a sip of the soy milk and said casually, "What's everyone so shocked about? Amber is Carter's aunt. Since Carter and I are married, it's only proper that I respect her. Amber, wouldn't you agree?" Amber's reply was stiff but obedient: "Yes."

Just last night, she came at me with a dagger, ready to end me. And now? Here we are, playing the picture-perfect happy family.

This absurd plot twist was beyond anyone's imagination. Taylor, notably, remained silent throughout.

Even Yael, sensing something was off, couldn't figure out where the pieces didn't fit.

The breakfast continued, though everyone seemed lost in their thoughts.

As soon as we finished eating, Amber turned to Taylor. "Come to the study with me."

"Okay, Mom," Taylor replied, but not before giving me a deep, piercing look.

In the past, Taylor often wore a fake smile, one that gave nothing away. But now, his expression had shifted to something colder and more foreboding-far more unsettling than his false cheer.

He followed Amber out. Yael, still uneasy, tried inching closer to me, but Carter's icy glare made him instinctively retreat.

restless and on edge, finally blurted out, "Chloe, what exactly happened last

was also watching me

by my sincerity and agreed

"That's impossible," Yael scoffed. "Taylor is

anything, but the doubt in her

Amber had already agreed to help. If she made the promise, she would find a

the study, followed

Yael cried, bolting from

I hurried after him.

the study, Taylor was on his knees amidst shards of broken porcelain. Blood streamed down his

for her volatile temper otherwise. She was

how much

to anything you ask. But Anna is my everything. If you're determined to tear us apart, you might

some nerve calling it that. You've kept Whitney locked away for years. 'Mutual affection' doesn't mean much when it's

me a cold glance. "Chloe, what happens between Anna and me is

"You!"

wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back and silently urging me to stay

families as well. It's not something driven purely by your possessiveness. If you truly love Whitney, shouldn't you respect her feelings?" Taylor turned to

Taylor said firmly, "I told you I'd marry you, and no one

an unhealthy obsession, and the blood dripping slowly from his forehead only made him look

stay by your side for years. Has she been

left him

to change. He no longer treated Whitney like something he could simply take for himself. Instead, he sought her approval, even to

a fact

wedding ceremony, do you think that will change

us and has nothing to

26 this year," I continued. "She's spent the best years of her life with you, yet how many of those days have been truly happy? Her past has been nothing but darkness. Are you planning to dim the rest of her life, too? To make her live like a shell of herself? Sure, you might be able to comforther today, but what about tomorrow? Next year? Years down the line? Hearts change, Taylor. And when the day comes that you lose interest in her, what then? That day will mark the end of her world. Both the

sighed deeply. "I can see that you genuinely love Whitney and want to give her a good

to let go

hatred. So why not take it a step further? Let's compromise. I won't interfere with your wedding, but at the very

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