Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 528 Dimple After Jeffrey's passing, the Bolton estate settled into a quietude that seemed almost unnatural. The place, once bustling with life, now stood still, as if mourning its own loss. Carter took charge, pouring himself into the restoration of the house. Every corner was carefully examined, and any lingering remnants of danger were cleared away. The house, though still bearing its old bones, had a renewed air, as if it had shed its past like a snake shedding its skin.

We moved back in, and though the familiar walls remained, the interior had been transformed.

The old and creaky floors were now polished and gleaming. The rooms were modern and bright, with an inviting warmth that had been missing before.

Sheila's room-the one where Wisteria had spent so many nights-was gone. In its place stood a new structure, sleek and minimal, yet filled with an odd sense of finality.

Adam, forever changed by the losses he had endured, was a shadow of the man he used to be. His eyes, once full of life and mischief, now seemed lost. He had retreated to a small cottage in the backyard, choosing solitude over company, finding solace in prayer and meditation. The outside world no longer seemed to interest him, and he had distanced himself from it completely.

Luke, on the other hand, had stepped into a role of responsibility that he had once shied away from.

With Carter focused on the wedding, Luke took charge of the company, managing the day-to-day operations with a newfound maturity.

It was clear that everything the family had been through had shaped him, and though his transformation had come at a high price, there was no denying he had grown.

When Jeffrey first passed, Carter and I had agreed it wasn't the right time for a wedding.

But the weight of waiting had become too much for him. The moment had arrived, and he couldn't delay it any longer.

When I had arrived in Zoey's body, Chloe's death had cast a long shadow over everything. We had no ceremony, just a quiet signing of papers. No celebration. No joy. It felt like a hollow victory, and the decision to forgo the wedding had stretched on for far longer than I had anticipated.

Over a year had passed, and the wait had almost broken me.

The news of Jeffrey's death had remained a family secret, known only to those closest to us.

But Carter, determined to move on and make a life together, began planning the wedding with all the fervor of someone who had waited far too long.

Many of the details had already been sorted out in the previous months, and now, our wedding was just around the corner.

Amber, always true to her word, arrived to help with the children.

I was sitting under the shade of a tree when she showed up. She carefully laid the kids down on a soft blanket. The sunlight streamed through the leaves above, casting dappled patterns on their faces. The warmth was gentle, perfect for a lazy afternoon.

Carter had planted rows of flowers around the yard, making the air thick with their sweet fragrance. It seemed as if the garden itself was celebrating.

Birds fluttered from branch to branch, their songs filling the air, while the squirrels played in the trees. Everett and Everly giggled uncontrollably whenever one of the little animals darted across the yard.

I sat with the children as I went over the wedding details with the planners.

Carter was determined to give me the wedding I had never had, one that would wash away the painful memories of my past life. A wedding that would be ours-a celebration of love, for all to see.

With the Bolton family's reach, we knew the guest list would be a large one.

had to

favors were carefully chosen

our closest friends and family, I designed the invitations myself, hoping to make the

the shine of diamonds or the glint of gold would never win their attention. Luxuries were nothing more

feet, so soft and new. I pressed their soles gently into the warm red clay, and then,

was a small gesture, but it felt right-more personal

in the rhythm of it, I didn't hear Amber

"Making invitations."

questioning look. "Who makes

thought I'd do something

raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her lips. "You really are a slave

Help me out. You can stamp the footprints." "Why not just

way. These people mean something to me. I'm not cutting corners. They'll love getting something with the kids'

still skeptical. "Why

sends blood handprints? People will think I'm running

wasn't above taking full advantage of

once wanted

routine She fed

suggested practice.

I didn't know you were

seen her as someone hard-edged and distant. But

realize

am still a mother of two,

walked in, his presence

"Carl!"

him, throwing my arms

against his chest, just

voice soft. "The

arms tighter around him, unwilling to let go. "I don't care. I

day. Did you

"I did."

all I wanted was to

I hold nothing back. I tell them

to me, how often they fill

the idea of leaving anything

no longer voice my feelings, regret will take its

too many

got to grow old