Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 451 Nothing to Do With the Sanders

No chip?

I stared at him, stunned. "You lied to all of us?"

Taylor's gaze shifted to Whitney. She lay on the ground, her wedding dress soaked in blood, the diamonds on it sparkling in the sunlight.

She looked like an angel cast into the mud-so pure, yet irreparably stained.

His voice softened. "How could I risk implanting something so dangerous into her?"

It made sense. The chip was controlled by an organization, and if he had implanted it, anyone could easily harm Whitney. He would never endanger her life that way.

Slowly, he walked over and gently lifted her from the ground. His hands were tender, as though she were a delicate treasure he feared to damage.

Watching him, my heart ached. What truly was the truth?

I recalled hiding in the closet at Yael's birthday party. Maybe Taylor had known I was there. That was why he had slept with Whitney in front of me, then taken her to the bathroom, deliberately creating an opening for me to leave.

And at the funeral home, he'd made sure to have that intimate moment with Whitney in the car, almost as if to remind me of his villainous side and push me away.

Then there was that time when Yael had disguised me as a mute servant, and Taylor had acted like he didn't know me.

He had purposely spared me over and over again.

In the past, I avoided him at all costs, but now, I could understand his position a bit better.

couldn't defy his father's wishes for revenge, even if

than Carter, in his twenties-the age when most people live recklessly. But he had been bound by hatred, unable to escape, forced to

man loved Whitney with all his

to someone, then carefully carried Whitney away. As I watched them walk away, a wave of sorrow washed over

really did want to marry Whitney. Without a certificate, he probably still dreamed of a beautiful wedding, of fulfilling

lays out in advance. No matter how carefully we

could have been

...

body, gently touching the wound on her head and wiping away

being such a strong, determined woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she had suffered less,

ran my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma, rest in

had been waiting for, and now

by her side, wanting to say something but

had spoken earlier came from thinking he was dying-believing he could speak his truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he understood the helplessness I had felt. No apology could undo

he whispered, his voice

homeland. We may have to cremate her here and take her ashes to be buried in our family cemetery." He nodded, understanding there was no other option. The fact that

relief and approached me. With

and asked softly, "If you truly loved

froze, clearly not expecting

yet not

How ironic.

within three days, he had noticed

The Sanders family?

today, they