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.

brother. He couldn't defy his father's wishes for revenge, even if it meant becoming the villain and

most people live recklessly. But he had

loved Whitney

I watched

still dreamed of a

how carefully we try to avoid it, we all get caught, and

the hatred, they could have been perfect for each

...

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

spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she had suffered less, and in her

my fingers along her

I had been waiting for,

kneeled by her side, wanting to

thinking he was dying-believing he could speak his truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he understood

whispered,

responded calmly, "It will be difficult to bring Grandma back to our 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.

Josh had been treated, she sighed in relief and approached me. With the Carlyns gone,

softly, "If you truly

froze, clearly not expecting

much like me, yet not one person

How ironic.

he had noticed the subtle differences in my habits and figured out who I really

The Sanders family?

truth today, they would still see me as