Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
Chapter 430 She's Chloe

The face revealed beneath the cloth was Kate's. Her mouth was gagged, silencing her. Her hair was a mess, her eyes swollen and red, and her entire body trembled with fear.

Her panicked gaze darted around the room. When her eyes landed on me, she froze briefly before struggling desperately as if pleading for my help.

Whitney removed the coverings from the other two captives, revealing their equally fearful faces.

From Snowville to Jaford, they must have endured a grueling journey, evident in their gaunt faces and hollow cheeks.

Whitney removed the filthy socks that gagged their mouths. Kate, retching, glanced at Whitney with a mix of fear and hatred.

"Who are you? What do you want from us?"

Then, her eyes shifted to me with suspicion and anger. "Zoey! So, you're behind this! I always knew you had sinister intentions, always targeting us! You killed my sons!"

She seemed far more coherent than the last time I had seen her, no longer lost in a haze of confusion.

As I recognized their identities, I felt no emotion.

I couldn't deny that they had once been good to me-loving and protective. I used to convince myself that their loyalty to Wisteria stemmed from being misled, justifying their actions repeatedly. We were a family, and families should be understanding and patient with one another. They had been misled by others. How could I blame them for that?

Though I was hurting and constantly rejected, I chose to endure in silence. I told myself that one day, they would see my grievances and understand.

Until death, I never received any sympathy from them, only seeing a group of cold-hearted strangers.

Even Esmee and the kids from the orphanage, who had benefited from me, were grateful.

But my family? Besides shedding a few fake tears at my grave, what else did they do for me?

Both Zoey and I were given a second chance at life. Philippa instantly recognized Zoey. Yet, no matter how many times I appeared in front of the Sanders, they always saw me as an enemy. If I owed them anything for raising me, it was paid back the moment I was dismembered.

The only two people I cared about in the Sanders were Grandma and Whitney.

I wouldn't feel a thing if the others died in front of me. I had already severed all ties with them.

Before and after death, I was always the villain in their eyes.

At first, I thought they might ask for my help, but instead, they blamed me for everything.

Kate was sure I was the one behind all of this.

When Whitney untied her, Kate grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stumbled toward me. "What did we do to deserve this? Is this still not enough? I'll kill you, monster!"

I didn't move. Her hands and feet were tied so long that she couldn't stand properly. She collapsed before she could reach me, and the knife fell to the ground.

Whitney, shocked, quickly helped her up. "Mom, what are you doing?"

Her words were a revelation, and the Sanders were frozen in surprise.

Kate looked at Whitney, trembling. "What did you call me? Who are you?"

Whitney dropped to her knees, crying. "Mom, it's me, Anna. Don't you recognize me?"

"Anna..."

Kate seemed unable to process this, as though she were dreaming. It felt too strange to be real even if it was a dream.

Whitney and I were different. Her memories of the Sanders were from a time when her family loved her.

Though it was only for five years, she was the youngest and most cherished member of the family. Those years were the foundation of her spirit for the last 20 years.

So, she cared about her parents and siblings. I could understand that and didn't want to let my hatred affect her.

Josh, still youthful in his 50s but with full white hair, looked at her deeply and asked, "You're Anna... my daughter?"

Whitney nodded, apologizing quickly. "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to stay with you all these years. I know I must have worried and scared you."

The shock of this revelation hit the Sanders hard. Kate trembled and hugged Whitney tightly.

"Are you truly Anna?"

After everything Wisteria had done to deceive them, they were cautious about trusting anyone again.

To prove it, Whitney rolled up her sleeve, showing a small crescent-shaped scar on her right arm. "Dad, do you remember when I was three and got bitten by Mr Pierce's cat? You were so scared back then."

Although Wisteria had replicated this scar to earn their trust, Whitney continued, recounting details only the real Anna would know.

"Greg, remember when I was in

kindergarten and you promised to make me a kite for a competition? You showed up with a giant centipede kite, while all the other kids had colorful or fish-shaped kites. I was the only one with that black centipede kite.

"Even though it flew high, I cried when I had to carry it to the stage to receive my prize. Then you made me a butterfly kite to cheer me up."

Greg, holding back tears, said, "Anna, it's you!"

Kate, both stunned yet overjoyed, said, "My poor daughter, where have you been all these years? Have you suffered?"

Whitney smiled softly, hiding the pain of all those years. "It's okay. It's all in the past now. I'm just happy to be here with you again. By the way, let me introduce you to "

As she wiped away her tears, she was about to tell them my real identity.

But before she could reach me, Kate

quickly grabbed her and stood in front of her, glaring at me with a

cold, threatening look. "Stay awanet

from her! This woman is a troublemaker! It's because of her that our family is in ruins!"

Whitney, confused, asked, "Mom, what are you saying? She's Chloe. How could she hurt you?"

Her words caused everyone to freeze. After a long pause, they finally managed to speak, "Anna, Chloe is gone. She's no longer with us. This woman only looks a bit like her. Don't let her fool you." Whitney, unaware the history between me and the Sanders, shook her head. "Mom, Chloe is gone, but she's been reborn in this body. The person standing here isn't Zoey Gardner. It's Chloe Sander!" The Sanders turned their attention to me.

I bent down to pick up the knife that had fallen to the ground, spun it in my hand, and smiled brightly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"