Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 446 The Truth About Mrs Carlyn Senior

Whitney was completely stunned. She had only known part of the truth, but hearing these horrifying details spill out of Wisteria's mouth was too much for her to process. She clutched her hand over her mouth, gagging as though she might vomit.

Seeing her in that state, Wisteria strolled over to her, bending down to meet her eye level.

"What's wrong? Just hearing it makes you sick, doesn't it? Oh, the great eldest daughter of the Sanders, so noble and untouchable. You and your sister really are lucky, aren't you? One of you comes back from the dead, and the other-though clearly a prisoner-is shielded by Taylor. He restricts your freedom, and you think that's unfair? Without him, you'd have been killed a thousand times over by now, used up, tossed out, and dumped in the ocean to feed the fish! Look at that face of yours. Such a pity... Is this how you seduced Taylor?"

As she spoke, Wisteria's crazed mind took over. She grabbed a dagger and began tracing it lightly across Whitney's face. "Tell me, if I ruin your face, will Taylor still care about you? How dare he love you-you, an enemy of ours!"

The moment the blade pressed against Whitney's skin, my heart clenched. "Whitney!" I shouted, panic rising in my chest.

But Dominic kicked the dagger out of Wisteria's hand with a single, sharp move. His expression turned ice-cold. "What are you doing?"

Silas's death had clearly broken Wisteria. I could sense it-the Carlyns were losing control of her.

She was like a wild horse running rampant, hellbent on dragging everyone down with her into destruction.

"Uncle Dominic, why are you so nervous? Aren't you the one who was so willing to ruin your life for love, happy to play the other man and let Aunt Amber do whatever she wanted to your son? And now you're here acting like a protective father," she said with a twisted smirk.

"Wisteria, don't forget what you promised me," Dominic snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

It was clear that, for all his flaws, Dominic was still protecting Whitney. Of course, it made sense. He was a fool in love, and his son wasn't much different.

He feared that if anything happened to Whitney, Taylor would lose it. I felt a small sense of relief-at least Whitney wouldn't be harmed.

As for me, they didn't dare touch me, likely because of Amber.

Dominic knew exactly how much Amber cared about Carter, and since he assumed my fate was tied to Carter's, his people had always treated me with unusual courtesy.

It seemed Dominic, for all his ruthlessness, still loved his wife and son.

Maybe even by extension, he pitied the two daughters of their enemies enough to leave us alive. For that, I couldn't help but feel begrudgingly thankful.

But when Dominic's stern gaze landed on Wisteria, she backed away like a ghost retreating into the shadows.

Then, with an unnervingly cheerful and playful tone, she turned her attention to Josh. She tilted her head and smiled at him, her voice like the spoiled girl she used to be when she wanted something from him. "Daddy, go on and do it. Otherwise, Greg's going to bleed out soon," she said sweetly. Josh gripped the axe tightly, his hands and legs trembling uncontrollably.

Breaking a leg bone was nothing like chopping wood-it couldn't be done in one clean swing. And to do it to yourself? How many people in the world had that kind of resolve?

If the first strike didn't sever the bone, the pain would surge through his entire body, overwhelming him. What came next would be even worse-a slow, agonizing torture as each dull swing chipped away at him, dragging him closer to despair. That was exactly why they had agreed to this cruel deal.

death was far

stop him. Kate, on the other hand, froze in place. She wanted to intervene, but one look at Greg's pale and broken state left her paralyzed. What could she do?

was just their daughter-in-law. The Carlyns' hatred was

voice weak and faint, tried

face

anything, but after so many years of calling him "Dad," I knew exactly

to apologize. But his pride wouldn't let him say the

he swung the

poured all his strength into that swing,

quick, to spare himself as much pain

"Honey!"

"Dad!"

"No!"

chest. But when the axe came down a second time,

do to stop it. Even if I begged for mercy, it would only excite the

was to stay silent,

of the axe tearing into flesh and bone, I couldn't stop

bright and unhinged, like that of an innocent child. She moved behind me and whispered gleefully, "Chloe, you should

burned into my memory, impossible to

alongside them came flashes of the times when he loved me when he cherished me. They followed me like

an award again? That's my girl!

sweetie. Daddy has to go on a business trip, but I'll bring

birthday, my little

will always love

how could you turn out

suffered for years out there. What's

the final image: that snowy night. Him kneeling in front

But ever since I

me, Wisteria pressed the tip of a dagger to my chin. Her voice was syrupy and mocking. "Oh,

churned violently as I looked at Josh's mangled, bloodied leg,

but she still clung desperately to Dominic's sleeve, sobbing. "Mr. Carlyn, my father has

his expression unreadable. I had no idea what

end, he kept his word and allowed the doctor to come over

that all you've got? Didn't you eat today?

helped her to her feet. I wanted to wipe the tears off her

I called out

proud and unyielding her entire life now buried her face against my