Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)

Chapter 16 Chloe, You're Back Chapter 16 Chloe, You're Back

It was late, the night still and silent.

"Chloe!"

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Luke woke up, calling my name as if he had just escaped a nightmare. His right hand clutched his chest, and he was gasping for breath.

Sweat covered his forehead, and his chest heaved unevenly.

Frantically, he fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, dialing my number again. Still off.

He opened our chat history, stopping at the last message-a voice note where he had threatened me.

Only then did Luke realize I might actually be mad this time. After all, I'd never disappeared for more than three days without saying anything.

He mumbled under his breath, "Women are nothing but trouble."Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He then called Roy. "First thing in the morning, go to the jewelry store and buy the Heart of the Ocean. And pick up a bouquet of yellow roses while you're at it."

Yellow roses meant an apology.

In his mind, my disappearance was just another one of my usual tantrums, something he could smooth over with a simple gesture, a little sweet talk, a crook of his finger, and I'd come running back.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his face twisted in discomfort. Half-conscious, he muttered, "Chloe, get my stomach medicine."

The room was empty and silent, with no one to respond.

I looked up to see Luke clutching his stomach, his face twisted in pain.

He had a bad stomach, and I'd spent years taking care of it, always keeping medication on hand just in case.

But ever since my miscarriage, things between us had changed for the worse. And with Anna's deliberate seduction, he'd spent more of the time in the past three months with her than he did with me. Without my care, his stomach problems flared up again.

Luke was curled up on the bed, writhing in pain.

I stood off to the side, watching coldly. Luke, there'd be no one to bring you medicine anymore.

His trembling hands fumbled to open the drawer.

I'd always kept his medication in the easiest spot for him to reach, so that even in the dead of night, he could find it the moment the pain kicked in.

He yanked open the drawer, only to find it packed with all kinds of things.

Those were gifts from Anna, and the bottle of stomach medicine buried at the bottom.

Luke crouched down, frantically searching. After what felt like an eternity, he finally found the medication-only to discover it had expired a month ago.

It hit him then that our relationship had been on the edge of collapse long before our marriage. Despite our impending wedding, he spent nearly eighty percent of his time with Anna, only coming back to me around his work hours. In his most intense pain, I couldn't tell if he was recalling the better times we'd shared, but his eyes were misty.

"C-Chloe...

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Chapter 16 Chloe, You're Back

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on me, as if he could see me.

He stumbled toward me, his face was pale but a trace of relief lit up his expression. "You're finally back."

With a thud, Luke collapsed at my feet, overwhelmed by the pain and losing consciousness.

In the past, I would have worried. Now, I merely watched him coldly.

What could I do? I was nothing but a ghost to him now.

I no longer felt any sorrow. Instead, I stood by the window, watching the snowflakes swirl beneath the streetlights.

If I couldn't even protect my own body, what could I protect?

Besides, even if Luke died, he deserved it.

When morning came, Roy, unable to reach Luke, arrived at the Bolton Residence and found him sprawled on the floor. "Mr. Bolton, what's going on?" he asked, trying to wake him.

"Chloe!"

Luke's eyes snapped open as he grasped Roy's hand tightly, his voice desperate as he called my name."

"Mr. Bolton, are you alright? Why are you on the floor?"

It took him a moment to process what was happening. His face turned pale. "Where is Chloe?"

"Isn't Mrs. Bolton still in Cloudville? What's wrong?"

Luke muttered in confusion, "So it was just a dream.

"It must be that you've been thinking about her so much that it's invaded your dreams. I've got flowers and gifts ready whenever you need them, but you don't look well. Should we go to the hospital first?"

Luke looked conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't quite bring himself to. It was unclear what he had dreamed about last night.

"Forget that. Just take me to the airport and get my clothes ready."

With a stern expression, Luke headed to the bathroom. Roy waited by the door with a beige suit laid out.

After a brief wash, Luke came out, about to take the suit, but paused. "Get me a different one."

With a furrowed brow and a hint of frustration, Luke added, "Never mind. I'll choose it myself." Frustrated, he yanked open the wardrobe, only to find it stocked with an array of light-colored suits. He realized he hadn't worn dark colors in ages, and I hadn't bought him any new clothes in over a year. The entire master bedroom, not just the walk-in closet, was filled with items connected to Anna. Everything around him was a reminder of her, while I had slowly faded from his life.

Luke opened every wardrobe in frustration until he finally found a long-neglected black suit in the last one.

Wrapped in a dry-cleaning bag and neatly pressed, it was impeccably clean.

This was the suit he had worn at our engagement, so nervous that he couldn't even tie his bow tie properly.

I had been in a white gown, adjusting his tie with a soft touch, our gazes locking in a moment of gentle tenderness.

I smiled softly. "You look so handsome in a suit, it makes me want to do something to you."

I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his lips.

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At eighteen, love felt like a tender spring rain, full of beauty.

By choosing this suit, Luke seemed to be trying to reconcile with me.

But as I looked at him in the mirror, I saw that the nervousness and youthful awkwardness of the past had been replaced by a mature, composed demeanor, though his expression remained somber. Feelings, like time, couldn't be reversed.

"Let's go to the airport."

"It's still early. Why not have some breakfast first, Mr. Bolton? Mrs. Bolton mentioned you have stomach issues and said you need to eat regularly."

Luke hesitated with his hand on the door.

Roy sensed potential annoyance and quickly added, "If you're not hungry, you can skip it. There will be meals on the plane."

"Forget it. I'll have breakfast at home. Just prepare something simple."

Luke ate distractedly and then got up. "Get the car ready. We're going to the airport."

He appeared flustered, despite there being ample time before the flight.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice from upstairs shouted, "Mr. Luke, something's wrong! Ms. Anna has fainted!"

The person who had been about to leave swept past me like a gust of wind. In an instant, he was upstairs, and soon he was rushing down with Anna in his arms, hurrying to the car.

Roy cautiously asked, "Shall we go to the airport?"

"To the hospital."

No one was surprised by this answer. Over the past two years, whenever Anna and I had been in trouble at the same time, he had always chosen to rush to her without a second thought. This time was no exception, and I felt nothing but numbness, devoid of any sympathy.

I stood by the car and looked up at the second floor. On the terrace, two figures were visible-one sitting, one standing.

Carter, seated in his wheelchair, watched the scene with a cold, detached gaze, his lips curled into a mocking smirk.