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.

father's wishes for revenge, even if it meant becoming

live

Whitney

As I watched them walk away, a wave of sorrow washed over

did want to marry Whitney. Without a certificate, he probably still dreamed of a

lays out in advance. No matter how carefully we try to avoid it, we all get caught,

the hatred, they could have been perfect for

...

Grandma's body, gently touching the wound on

outcome. She had been so loyal to the Sanders. Despite being such a strong, determined woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she had suffered less, and in her own way, she had been lucky, especially since

along her cheek. "Grandma, rest

been waiting for, and now it

side, wanting to

was dying-believing he could speak his truth. Now, seeing the madness

whispered, his

homeland. We may have to cremate her here and take her ashes to be buried in our family cemetery."

Josh had been treated, she sighed in relief and approached me. With the Carlyns gone, she finally found the courage to speak.

her tired face and asked softly, "If you truly loved me, how

clearly not expecting

me, yet not one person in my family

How ironic.

treated me coldly, but within three days, he had noticed the subtle differences in my habits and figured out

The Sanders family?

truth today, they would