Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 433 Want to Have a Child with You

The pain | had buried deep for so long surged uncontrollably, and the tears | hadn't shed as a spirit cpouring

out now.

Only Carter truly understood the weight of my sorrow, the depth of my loss, and my lingering bitterness.

No matter how kind Bill and Philippa were to me, they could never replace the parents who raised me.

Instead, their warmth only deepened the hurt, remindingof the parents who had abandonedrepeatedly.

I sank to the floor from Carter's arms, covering my face as sobs shook my body.

"Why? Why do they treatlike this when I've endured so much pain? What did | ever do to deserve this?"

"You've done nothing wrong, silly girl," Carter said softly, crouching besideand pulling my head to his chest.

"It's their blindness and foolishness-that's where the bllies."

His voice was filled with regret. "Chloe, I'm sorry | couldn't protect you in our previous life. | failed you, and you

suffered because of it. But | swear, in this life, | won't let anyone harm you."

"I know you're good to me," | whispered, but his words broughtno comfort.

Even though | claimed not to care about the Sanders anymore, fear still gripped me.

| dreaded the moment of truth-the day they might look atwith hatred and disdain, just as they always had.

That fear was why | kept my true identity hidden.

But when the truth was finally revealed, it shattered the last fragile hope I'd clung to. They didn't love me. They

never had.

| tried to convince myself. "I have you. That's enough. They don't matter anymore."

"Silly girl," Carter murmured, liftingfrom the floor and settlingonto the bed.

He gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I spoke to Aunt Amber. She's not involved in the Sanders’ troubles."

| blinked in surprise. "She isn't?"

"No. She holds no grudge against the Sanders. The Carlyns, on the other hand, have every reason to hate them.

When Wisteria's father was only two, they tried to intervene in a violent incident but were too late. Wisteria's

grandfather was beaten to death, and her grandmother fled into the crowd with her father, only for his leg to be

broken. Her grandmother died shortly after, and her father never fully recovered. Wisteria's hatred grew from

witnessing his pain. She only got involved in the plan after learning the truth." "So, Wisteria's father orchestrated

the revenge on the Sanders?" | asked hesitantly.

"Yes, along with other elders of the Carlyns. The younger generation, including Wisteria, simply carried out the

plan."

The Sanders had inflicted so much suffering on the Carlyns, which explained Wisteria's cruelty toward Grandma.

I had called her heartless before, but now | realized she was a product of her family's darkness.

Every tshe saw her father's limp, it must have reminded her of the Sanders' cruelty.

"Did the Carlyns and Boltons team up? Is Aunt Amber ... Lady Rose?"

"She's never shared the details of the organization's workings." Carter replied. "But she did tellstories about

my mother's younger years."

It seemed that Amber, much like Silas, wasn't the one orchestrating everything. Someone else higher up was

manipulating the entire situation, using her as a mere piece in their elaborate scheme.

"How did your mother die? And if your father and his first wife were so deeply in love, then how do you even

exist?" | blurted out, disregarding whether the question was rude or not. There were too many unanswered

questions, and | needed clarity. "My father never cared for my mother." Carter began. "According to Aunt Amber,

my mother fell hopelessly in love with a man 30 years older than her."

| couldn't hide my shock.

"When my father lost his wife at an early age, he never married again. Instead, he focused all his efforts on his

work. He was a powerful and captivating man, admired by many young women. When he saved my mother by

chance, she fell deeply in love with him. She pursued him relentlessly, despite the age gap. Eventually, an

accident led to my birth.

"My father, however, never accepted my mother. Worn out of unrequited love, she left without telling him about

her pregnancy. She was a proud woman who chose to keep her struggles to herself. When | was little, our house

caught fire, and my father discovered us. He only

broughtback.

"I guess, being the child of a woman he didn't love, he couldn't bring himself to care foreither. | never felt his

affection. Later, when | moved to Jaford, Aunt Amber treatedkindly out of respect for my mother." Carter's

biological mother and Jeffrey seemed to have a complicated and bitter relationship.

"So, what's the story between Aunt Amber and her husband?"

"Her love life was completely different from my mother's. Her husband fell for her instantly and relentlessly

pursued her. When she rejected him, he resorted to extrmeasures, taking her hagainst her wiDand

keeping her captive. He thought children would bind her to him, but instead, she grew to despise both him and

their kids. It wasn't until his sudden death in an accident that she finally gained her freedom. Otherwise, she

would have takenaway long ago."

As | listened, | couldn't help but notice how the twin sisters" love lives were opposites.

It was clear why Amber didn't show affection for Taylor and Yael. Perhaps it wasn't that she couldn't love them,

but that she was too afraid to.

She had no feelings for her husband and didn't want the children to beca weight in her life.

That was why she called Yael a little monster and hurt her sons-to hurt their father even more.

In this tangled web of emotions, it was hard to determine who was right or wrong. As an outsider, | could only

observe.

"Aunt Amber has assuredthat after the wedding, your sister will be allowed to leave. They share a similar

background, so she has never wished harm upon Whitney." Carter's words leftfeeling adrift. What was real,

and what was false in this world?

The people | once saw as villains were good-hearted and filled with hope. What had driven them to becso

twisted?

Those | believed to be good turned out to be the ones who tore families apart.

Was it the Carlyns' fault or the Sanders'?

The grievances between them were like an endless knot, impossible to untangle. But caught in the middle was

Whitney, the one who bore the most pain.

| sighed softly.

"Carl, thank goodness | have you. Let's take Whitney back to Snowville. That's her home. Maybe she'll find

happiness away from Taylor."

"Alright, I'll do as you say. I've already started investigating Wisteria's whereabouts. She's the greatest threat to

you. Once she's taken care of, you'll be safe." Carter's affectionate gaze assuredhe was the one | could rely

on most.

| wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "Carl, | want us to have a child together."

If something ever happened to me, | wanted to leave behind a part of us-someone to keep him from making any

reckless decisions.

"Chloe, we might not have children," he said hesitantly.

I slid my hand beneath his pajamas, feeling his breathing quicken. "How can we be sure if we don't try?" |

murmured close to his ear.

| believed that if we had children, they would lovejust as Carter did. They would never be as cold-hearted as

those who had betrayed me. Pressing closer, | nuzzled him affectionately. "Carl, no precautions tonight!"

His eyes softened, and he spoke tenderly, "Alright, I'll make sure you get pregnant. Then we'll plan the most

beautiful wedding."