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.

wanted to protect Whitney and his brother. He couldn't defy his father's wishes for revenge, even

few years younger than Carter, in his twenties-the age when most people live recklessly. But

loved Whitney with all

As I watched them walk away, a wave

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

in advance. No matter how carefully we try to avoid it, we

all the hatred, they could have been perfect for each

...

the wound on her

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

my fingers along her cheek. "Grandma, rest in

I had been waiting for,

by her side, wanting to say

truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he understood the helplessness I had felt. No apology could undo the pain I had

he whispered, his voice

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. The fact that he was still alive was already a

she sighed in relief and approached me. With

tired face and asked softly, "If you truly

clearly not

had looked so much like me, yet not

How ironic.

he had noticed the subtle differences in my habits

The Sanders family?

Wisteria hadn't revealed the truth today, they would still