Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 428 Wanting to End It All

How wonderful life would be if Taylor weren't part of the Carlyns.

I sighed softly and turned around. Carter and Yael were nowhere in sight. A sound of anguish from Yael's bedroom caught my attention. Worried that Carter might lose control and harm Yael fatally, I decided to follow the noise. The room reeked of blood. Carter stood there, his sleeves rolled up and his watch set aside. A dagger glinted in his hand, its blade smeared with some kind of ointment. His eyes burned with a cold, lethal intent. "So, dear cousin, do you like my wife that much?" His tone was icy, his voice sharp.

He let the blade glide slowly across Yael's back. I could see the blurred wound, and the uninjured skin dotted with goosebumps.

I had never seen anyone use a knife to apply medicine.

For a moment, I couldn't tell who was more perverted.

"Carl." Pushing the slightly open door wider, I stepped inside.

Carter's expression flickered with a trace of unease when he noticed me, while Yael looked up with an air of innocence. "Chloe ..."

Carter quickly tossed aside the knife in his hand. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was just cutting open his bandages."

I glanced at Yael's bleeding back and gave a faint smile. "Go ahead. It's fine."

I didn't hold anything against Carter because I knew Yael wasn't innocent.

Yael's difficult past wasn't my doing, but he was the reason Carter and I were separated. The pain he inflicted on me, like taking away my voice, remained undeniable.

Since Carter had always stood by me without hesitation, I felt compelled to not let him down. Our bond had already transcended the boundaries of life and death.

Yael's gaze flickered with disappointment, but I chose to ignore it, instead diverting my attention to his room.

Carter, clearly fed up with the chaos, had set the knife aside and started tending to Yael's wound.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a photo. It depicted a couple with two children.

40s or 50s, appeared youthful-barely in her 30s-and carried an

cold and unsmiling, appearing naive, like in

a strong resemblance to Taylor.

them were two children dressed in formal attire, grinning

overalls, his chubby cheeks and soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably like Amber, with a sweet smile that radiated innocence. Unlike Amber's serious demeanor, the

your father pass away?" I

a car accident," Yael replied, lying on his

he added, "Chloe, I know you plan to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster,

insect. Despite restricting her freedom, Taylor provided her with the best he could. If not for him, she might've ended up as a blood donor,

as victims, but haven't we suffered too? My father lived through the bitterness of the previous generation's grievances, battling severe schizophrenia and depression. He saw his parents die and endured a lifetime of

The truth remained murky, and Grandma

graves on Rosbel Island were

Carter, Yael

sent people to protect you, cooked for you, and cleared paths for you behind the scenes. Why do you deserve all that? You're not her

silent. Apart from Amber's attempt to kill me,

during his illness, Amber cared for him, while her son clung to

Whitney leaves

anyone who treats her as well as he does. Do you think he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves,

important-freedom

But from my perspective, it's Taylor. Without him, her fate might've

Carter silently wrapped

ever wanted was for my mother to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was always on you. Do you know how much I envied

why you took Chloe?" Carter

liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?" Yael replied, adding pointedly, "She's not yours

me that his mindset was more like a child's than an adult's. Arguing with him felt

checks as we agreed. My heart and her body were perfectly compatible, and

was fine, and removing the chip was a minor