Chapter164Carters TrueLove +10FreeCoins AsIthoughtitover,somethingdidntfeelright.Ahearttransplantisntassimpleasascrapeorbruise.Bothpreandpostsurgeryrequireextensiverecoveryandobservation.
Eversincemydeath,IdstayedclosetoLuke,watchingAnnawreakhavoc.
Shedoesntseemlikesomeonewhosundergonesurgery,andnowthatshespregnant,itsevenlesslikely.EvenifshetookChloesheart,itwouldntbeviableanymoreifitwasnttransplanted atthetime,I reasoned.
Carterlockedeyes withme .Zoey,afewyearsago,medicalresearchclaimedthatifabeatingheartisplacedintoascaledcontainer,removingasmuchairaspossible ,itcanundergoisochoricsupercooling.Thisgreatlyimprovespreservationtechniques,Whoknowshowfartheyveprogressedbynow? Moreover,hecontitled,haveyouconsideredthatChloesheartmighthavebeen transplantedintosomeoneelsewhileshewas stillaliveandherheartwasstillbeating? Ofcourse,thatsjust atheory.Itmightnotbetheheartitcouldbethekidneysoreventhecorneas My griptightenedo
nCarterssleeveasIstruggledtosuppressthehorrifyingimageshiswordsconjured.
LhadseenAnnascrueltyfirsthandwhendealingwithGrandma.
Ifitwasjustforshares,shewouldnthaveneededtogotosuchextremes.
Ifshewantedtodealwithme,onecleanstrikewouldhavesufficed.Butno,sheskinnedme,dismantledmybones,andtoremybodyintopieces.
Annadidntjusthateme.ShedespisedtheSandersandloathedGrandma.
Thiswasntjustaboutmoneyorlove.Annawashidingaterriblesecret.
Iwantednothingmorethantoendherwithonestrokeburyinghersecretsforever.
ButifIleftheruntouched,myragewouldonlyeatawayatme.
Carterpulledmeintohisarmsaftersensingmyanger,sorrow,anddespair.
Hecradledthebackofmyhead andcalmedme.Zoey,dontbeangry.
Thewarmthinhismagneticvoiceslowlycalmedthestorminsideme.
Forafleetingmoment,IwonderedifCarterhadalreadyseenthroughmydisguiseandrealizedIwasChloe.
Rememberinghowdeterminedhehadbeentotrackmedownearlier,asurgeofspeculationfilledmy mind.
CouldIbethe personthatCartertrulyloved? Buthowcouldthatbe possible? ThethoughtwassoabsurdthatIquicklydismissedit.
1/3 08:24Tue,Dec Chapter164CartersTrueLove Ifhereallycaredaboutme,whywouldhehavestayedlentforsomanyyears? +10FreeCoins OnceIhadregainedmycomposure,Isteppedoutofhisembrace.Noticingablackovercoatonanearbychair ,Iasked,Carter,areyouheadingout? Yes,tothecemetery, TheSandersandtheBoltonshadcalculatedmydeathdatestartingfromthedayofmyburialsincenoonenoteven1knewtheexactmomentIdtakenmylastbreath.
Todaymarkedtheseventhday.
Beforeleaving,Carterstoppedbythegreenhouse.Whenheemerged,hewasholdingabouquetofroses.
Whywouldheuserosesforamemorial? ThenotionIhadtriedsohardtosuppresscamerushingback.
IcouldnthelpthinkingthathelovedmebecausehewassokindtoZoey,wholookedsomuchlikeme.
Thethoughtmademyheartrace,butIquicklyshoveditaside.
AftertheBoltonsleftintheircar,Idecidedtofollow.
Grabbingmykeys,Istoppedbyafloristandboughtabouquetofwhitehydrangeasandblackroses.
Whitehydrangeashadalwaysbeenmyfavorite.
Theysymbolizedhope,loyalty,andfulfillment.
Butintheend,mylifewasnothingbutatragedy.
TheblackroseswereZoeysfavorite.Itwasasymbolofhopelesslove.
ThiswasthefirstandlasttimeIwouldpaymyrespectstobothChloe andZoey.
TheSandersandtheBoltonswerealreadyatthecemeterywhenIarrived.
Humansareremarkablyresilientcreatures.Onthedayofmydeath,theyhadbeendevastated.Butsevendayslater,theirgriefhadalreadysubsided.
EvenKate,whowasthemostemotionalofthemall,couldnolongershedtears.
HerfocushadshiftedentirelytoAnna,leavingnoroomforthoughtsoftheeldestdaughterwhowaslong gone.
Theirmemorialwasjustahollowritual.
AsIsteppedoutofthecar,Annaglaredatmewithvenom.Whatareyoudoinghere?Andwhyareyoudressedlikethat? Iwasntwearingblackorwhitebutaredcashmerecoat.Iwaswearingfullmakeup,highheels,andcarryingacontrastingbouquetofwhitehydrangeasandblackroses.
2/3 08:24Tue,Dec Chapter 164CartersTrueLove Itwaslikeanangelandadevilappearingbothatonce.
Whiletheymourned,Icelebratedmyrebirth.
+10FreeComi Lukeseyeslingeredontheflowersinmyhandsand aflickerofdisbeliefflashedinhiseyes.Noonewouldbringhydrangeastoamemorialbefore.
Howdidyouknowshelikedhydrangeas?heasked.
Thedesignerofyourweddingattireoncedesignedclothesforme.ShementionedMs.Sanderspreferences,Irepliedwithamockingsmirk.Funny,though.Thefinishedweddingdressendedup embroideredwithroses AsLukesexpressiongrewincreasinglyawkward,Igentlyplacedthehydrangeaandrosesinthecenterofaclusterofdaisies,makingthemstandout.
Itracedthephotoonthetombstonewithmyfingersandwhispered,Restinpeace,Chloe.
IwasntsureifIcouldstillcallmyselfChloe.WhatexistednowwasafusionofChloeandZoey.
TherealChloeandZoeywerebothdead.Thistombstonemarkedtheirburial.
IstoodupbutdidntseeCarteranywhere.

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TurningtoLuke,Iasked,WheresCarter? Todaysmymothersdeathanniversary.Hewenttovisithergrave.Wanttocomealong? Ihadntanticipatedthatresponse.Sure.
IhadlongforgottenwhatLukesmotherlookedlikeonlythatshewaskindandbeautifulbeforehersuddendeath.
Hergravewasntfarandneitherofusspokeinthecar.
Hehadbecomemuchquietercomparedtobefore,andasidefromourmutualhatred,wehadlittleelseto discuss.
Whenwearrived,IfinallysawCarter.Hewaslayingdownabouquetofvibrantredroses beforeatombstone.
Itfeltlikeaslapacrosstheface.
Theroseswerentforme.
Everythingsuddenlyclicked.
NowIknowwhyhisattitudetowardLukewasseeminglystrictbutactuallylenient.
ItwasbecauseofLukesmother.
ShewastheoneCarterhad trulyloved.