Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 524 Bring Joy and Sorrow No matter how much I resisted, Jeffrey had already made his decision, and there was nothing I could do to sway him.

All I could do was stand by as he meticulously sorted out his estate, allocating stocks, properties, valuables, and everything he owned, ensuring that everyone at the Boltons was treated fairly.

He even set aside a special inheritance for the twins, making sure they would be taken care of even in his absence.

Luke stayed quiet, knowing he was the son of one of the vanished twins.

He wanted to follow Jeffrey, but Jeffrey, prioritizing his father's safety, firmly refused to let him come along. On the day of departure, I clutched Carter's sleeve. "Carl, can't you stop Dad?"

He pulled me into his arms, one hand resting on my waist while the other brushed against my cheek. "Chloe, I'll do everything I can to keep him safe, but if he's set on throwing his life away, there's nothing I can do. You know as well as I do-you can't stop a man who's already decided to die."

My eyes brimmed with sorrow. Deep down, I knew he was right, yet the thought of losing someone dear to me was unbearable.

"Be good. This is the path Dad has chosen. Life is precious to you and me, but for him, it has become a burden. After witnessing life's highs and lows, and enduring countless storms, he has already come to terms with it.

"Stay home and look after the children-leave the rest to me, alright?"

Though I wished to see him off, my frail body and the painful lesson from last time kept me from stepping into danger again.

I stood on my toes and pressed a soft kiss to Carter's cheek. "Be careful and come back soon."

"I will."

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before leaving with Jeffrey, while my heart remained in turmoil.

In just over a year, I had endured too many goodbyes, too many painful partings-and I still couldn't fully accept Whitney's death.

Though it had been her decision, the memory of her hand slowly slipping from mine still haunted me. It felt as if someone had violently torn apart the bond we shared by blood, leaving behind an ache so deep it was almost unbearable.

I often find myself dreaming of that night-the moment Whitney leaped from the cliff, replaying over and over in my mind.

If she were still here and knew I had safely given birth to my two babies, she would have been happy, wouldn't she?

But that's how life is. Some people step into your world like a beautiful surprise, only to vanish just as suddenly, whether in a blaze of drama or in quiet silence.

In the end, you're the one left behind, clinging onto the memories-whether they bring joy or sorrow. The little ones are now over four months old. Everett has already mastered rolling over, while Everly, despite her best efforts, still looks like a tiny turtle stuck on its back, limbs flailing helplessly.

that eased my sadness a little. I gave her a gentle

her cheek with his chubby fingers before flashing a

are like little

over a month, yet spending every day with them fills me with a

weather was perfect today, and the cherry blossoms

took the twins outside to admire the flowers. Carter had personally built a handmade

basked in the dappled sunlight as it streamed through the

gentle breeze swept through, sending delicate cherry blossoms drifting to the ground like soft pink snow,

a day this beautiful, I can't help but wish they

pray the twins will be rescued safely and that Jeffrey will return

worried about Grandpa too?" Luke's voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stepped closer, his eyes

thinner than before, almost like a completely

filled his eyes had faded, replaced

a quiet grace, exuding the poise of a true

"Have you

illness had been caught early,

Adam was his uncle,

ruins, while Carter had been constantly on the move for my sake.

how much he had changed since our first meeting in Jaford. He no longer clung to calling me Chloe as if he had finally come to terms with reality and respected my decision.

"That's good."

a day when I could speak with Luke so naturally as if

love or resentment-just a quiet familiarity,

embrace, while Everett, on the other hand, made no effort to hide his dislike, his little face twisting in obvious disdain whenever Luke picked him

tie clip. Luke

you were little, you used to smile all the time. But somewhere along the way,

even adored by Jeffrey from the Boltons. Adam, too, would always smile

wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that my childhood

the cherry

breeze, felt as if

three brothers running

of

echoed as their

them