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.

50s, appeared youthful-barely in

she was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive,

resemblance to Taylor. His arm rested gently on Amber's

of them were two children dressed in formal attire, grinning brightly at the camera. Taylor

cheeks and soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably like Amber, with

father pass away?"

car accident," Yael replied, lying on his pillow

to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster, but

to the Carlyns at just five years old, my father's hatred for the Sanders meant her life could've ended as easily as squashing an insect. Despite restricting her freedom, Taylor provided her with the best he could. If not for him, she might've ended up as

for a few days, Chloe. What do you know about us? You see the Sanders as victims, but haven't we suffered too? My father lived

truth remained murky, and

Carlyns' graves on Rosbel

Carter,

a single smile, Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to protect you, cooked for you, and cleared paths for you behind the

silent. Apart from Amber's attempt to kill

mentioned how, during his illness, Amber cared for him, while her

Whitney leaves

you think he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves, the rest of the Carlyns might target her. Don't

more important-freedom or

Whitney is the one wronged. But from my perspective, it's Taylor. Without

Carter silently wrapped

reflected his sadness. "All I ever wanted was for my mother to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was always on

that why you took Chloe?" Carter asked calmly, refusing to be

choice but to hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?" Yael replied, adding pointedly, "She's not yours

was more like a child's than an adult's. Arguing with him felt like picking a fight

undergo medical checks as we agreed. My heart and her body were perfectly

was fine, and removing the chip was a minor