Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 110

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Chapter 110 Rubbing Salt into Luke’s Wound 

Chapter 110 Rubbing Salt into Luke’s Wound 

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I have long drawn the line between Chloe and myself. On the surface, Chloe’s death was an accident, but it was far from that. 

She died in the cold indifference of her own family. 

If someone had stepped forward to protect and care for me when Luke ran away from the wedding, perhaps I wouldn’t have died alone by the river that night. 

In my eyes, I no longer had any connection with my old family. The only mother I had now was Philippa 

Kate watched me as I linked arms with Philippa, a sweet smile on my face. Her expression froze, her gaze fixed on me, lost in thought. 

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Philippa said softly, bu brat. She continues to cling to me even at this age. Mrs. Sander, please don’t mind her.” 

Kate stared at my face, her eyes welling with tears. Her voice broke as she choked out, “My daughter used. to cling to me like that too, but… but I lost her.” 

She covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably. 

Yes, before Anna came home, we had always gotten along so well. 

She loved me dearly; I was her cherished little princess. Every time she came home from work, she’d cook my favorite dishes. 

Kate knew about my painful cramps during my period and would always make me tea to help. 

She remembered my preferences, spending time and energy on me every birthday. 

But it was Anna who slowly poisoned our relationship. I don’t know when it started, but at some point, she stopped bringing me along when she went for beauty treatments, and when we went shopping, she only cared about Anna’s preferences. 

Anna only needed to speak a few words to get what she wanted, and I had to offer it with both hands. 

I couldn’t show a hint of dissatisfaction, or I would be the ungrateful sister and heartless one, 

Once, I believed that as long as I kept compromising and endured it in silence, my family would eventually love me. After all, blood was thicker than water; we are family. 

After my death, when I witnessed it all, I finally saw them for who they truly were. 

Mom, you were the one who gave me up first. Why are you crying now? 

Philippa gently patted her shoulder and offered her sincere comfort. 

I grew tired of this scene and turned away. 

In the past, I had been blind to it all. After stepping out of that family, I could finally see how absurd everything had been. 

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Chapter 110 Rubbing Salt into Luke’s Wound 

My brothers looked melancholic, their eyes red, likely from crying- 

As for my father, he stood in front of a cluster of white chrysanthemums. 

From childhood to now, his figure had always been strong and majestic in my heart. 

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But now, he hunched over, clutching a single flower, his shoulder trembling slightly. His dark hair was streaked with a few strands of gray. 

This was the first time I truly realized how old my father had become. 

I walked past him without a second glance, heading toward the center of the hall. 

Because there, in front of my giant portrait, knelt someone. 

Luke knelt on the cold, hard tiles, his sharp, custom–made suit unable to conceal the loneliness that surrounded him. 

A murmur passed through the crowd; someone said, “I heard Mr. Luke ran away from the wedding. Ms. Sander couldn’t bear it and jumped into the river. They only just recovered her body.” 

“No way? Over a month has passed, what must the body look like by now?” 

“Weren’t they childhood sweethearts? Why would he run away from the wedding?” 

“Who knows? Maybe they just grew sick of each other after being together so long. It’s unfortunate that Ms Sander had such a brief life. 

“Tsk. dying for a man? So not worth it.” 

The police were still investigating, and they hadn’t disclosed the real cause of death. The public perceived me as consumed by love, leading to my suicide. 

Hearing these rumors, I couldn’t help but smile faintly 

Their gossip swirled around Luke like snowflakes, surrounding him from every side. 

I would only need to subtly steer the situation, and it would snowball, crushing everything in its path. 

However, at that moment, the Boltons and the Sanders were still in shock over my sudden death, oblivious to the hell that lay ahead for them. 

I couldn’t wait for the day when I exposed his affair with Anna and revealed the true cause of my death to the public. That day would be spectacular. 

In this world, rumors could destroy people. 

No rush. I’ve just been reborn. We have plenty of time 

I picked up three roses from the side and slowly walked up to my portrait. 

The girl in the photo was my past, but looking at her felt like staring at a stranger. 

Bending down, I placed the flower down. 

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Chapter 110 Rubbing Salt into Luke’s Wound 

Luke appeared to sense something and directed his gaze towards me. “C–Chloe?” 

His pupils were unfocused, his face pale, his entire figure crumpled, kneeling on the ground in utter despair. 

I leaned down slightly, towering over him. With a flick of my fingers. I parted my veil in his blurry gaze. revealing the red mole on my forehead. 

“Luke, you’re mistaken again. I’m your Aunt Zoey 

Even though I had only a thin layer of lip gloss on, I gave him the brightest smile I could muster, dazzling him with it. 

“Zoey,” he muttered, a helpless smile tugging at his lips. Yes, you’re not Chloe.” 

I lowered my voice, speaking casually. “That’s right, Chloe is dead.” 

Viciously. I tore at his wound and poured salt into it, relentlessly twisting it open, making him writhe in pain. 

“What did you say?!” Luke stared at me, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast driven mad. 

feigned surprise and asked, “What? Are you upset that she’s dead? Did you fake your sorrow?” 

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Adam, with a stern face, glared at me. They’ve been childhood sweethearts, deeply in love. Ms. Gardner, this is a memorial hall. Watch your tone.” 

I tilted my head, feigning confusion. “Is that so? But how come I heard that Luke ran away from the wedding? Don’t tell me it’s because of their childhood bond–even strangers would never leave a bride alone on their wedding day.” 

“If you love someone, don’t you consider their feelings? Could you possibly push them into a dangerous situation? If my husband deserted me at my wedding, I would be so heartbroken that I would want to commit suicide.” 

“Imagine, in such a grand ceremony, her childhood sweetheart abandoning her–how helpless she must have felt.” 

With each word I spoke, Luke’s pupils darkened. His guilt and self–loathing deepened. 

So this was how gaslighting worked. No wonder Anna had such success with it. 

Although Adam was displeased with my words, he couldn’t find anything to counter me. All he could do was glare at me. It was a sight that brought me immense satisfaction. 

Carter happened to be standing nearby, staring at my portrait. I unexpectedly took his arm and asked, “Carter, will you run away at our wedding?” 

He looked at me as if waking from a dream. After a moment, he finally said. “I won’t.” 

I smiled sweetly at Luke and drove the knife deeper into his heart. “See? As I mentioned earlier, a person who truly loves you would never abandon you on your wedding day. 

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