Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 444 Coco, I Was Wrong

What have you done? It doesn't matter anymore.

I smiled and ignored her. I didn't want to endlessly repeat my suffering to others.

Kate stumbled toward me, arms outstretched as if to pull me into an embrace.

"Chloe, I'm sorry..."

I had fought my way out of hell, not to witness her feigned remorse.

If she really cared about me, she wouldn't have seen me as so wicked and broken. The most ironic part was that the one trying to defend me was the same person who had shoved me into the depths of despair. "Mrs. Sander, I don't deserve this."

She extended a shaking hand, her eyes clouded with tears as she gently brushed my cheek. "My poor daughter... I'm so sorry. How could I have thought of you like that when you've always been the most well-behaved one since childhood?" Yes, I was always obedient.

After my sister disappeared, I understood there was a lingering tension in the Sanders, so I tried my best to be the perfect sister and a dutiful daughter.

But my kindness and compliance ended up being the very reasons they stabbed me in the back.

Before she could lay a hand on my face, Wisteria yanked at her hair, her voice dripping with the same false sweetness, "Mom, I didn't reveal the truth to help you reunite with your daughter."

Exactly, she wanted to make everyone in the Sanders suffer!

How could physical pain even begin to compare with psychological torment? Those were wounds that would never heal, no matter how much time passed.

She shoved Kate aside. "Mom, do you understand why I left Greg unharmed? Ethan and Jake died too quickly-I'm not satisfied. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. How about we play a little game, shall we?"

She turned to me. "Chloe, you're just as pitiful in the Sanders. You must hate them as much as I do, right? I'll give you a choice. Pick one person, either Josh or Greg, and cut off their legs, and I'll let you go."

Josh and Greg both stared at me, and I expected them to beg for mercy.

This time, Josh shut his eyes, hiding whatever emotions were behind them.

"Cut off my legs. It's ..." His face seemed to age by ten or 20 years at that moment. No longer as vigorous as he was half a year ago.

he appeared more like the

his pants, his lips quivered with uncertainty as he muttered, "It's my

Dad...

going to Chedor to

reckless, yet there had been moments when he

are such complicated beings, full of

and my voice quivered with emotion as I spoke, "Do you think saying that will make me forgive you? I won't. I can never forgive you for everything you've done to me!" "Then kill me. This is what the Sanders

moment, he was the first to step up

anguish, "Dad, you can't die. Chloe, kill me instead. Let my blood pay

an axe, bringing back memories of what I'd seen in

them, they'd likely laugh and strike without a second

hate myself for not being

use of holding onto

this pain, and all I needed to do

on

the dumbest and most useless, easily influenced by others. After your rebirth, I thought you had turned against us because you kept targeting the Sanders. I'm stupid; I even

around it, my voice losing its usual

meet

pitiful expression a stark reminder of

as you one day. No one could ever love me the way you do." "Idiot, you're my brother. How could I love anyone

I will always love

that promise. After that, he wandered through countless romantic entanglements, no longer captivated by any

junior high at the time, overwhelmed with studies. He would occasionally bring

newly acquired sports car and

too short to waste and that

me to skiing, drinking,

was winking at me with a grin on his face while receiving punishment in the family chapel. He was

Wisteria's provocation, maybe he'd still be as careless as he

he spent his days indulging in drink and women, living for the moment. But he would still

on that day, he won't let Ethan

idiot, could you be

I wouldn't be so