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

This didn't surprise me. He had mentioned it long ago after witnessing my severe postpartum hemorrhage. He swore he would never let me endure the pain of

childbirth again.

That was fine. We already had Everett and Everly. There were no regrets left.

I placed the document back where I found it, pretending I had never discovered this secret.

The wedding dress had been altered multiple times.

I was even thinner now than before giving birth. No matter how much I tried to recover in the past few months-whether physically or in terms of energy-I could never return to how I used to be.

For a long time, I was actually terrified of seeing wedding dresses. Even gowns with trailing skirts that resembled them made me anxious.

From Wisteria's endless schemes to the night I was stabbed, wedding dresses were never white in my eyes-they were stained crimson with blood.

Before me lay two options. One was white and one was red.

The white gown had been prepared over a year ago, while the red one was newly custom-made.

He wanted to make up for the regrets of our past lives by holding two weddings with different styles.

When I stepped out wearing the white wedding dress, the staff couldn't help but praise me. "Mrs. Bolton, I'm not exaggerating when I say you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

I looked at the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, seeing my own reflection.

With the makeup, I no longer appeared pale or sickly. If anything, my features seemed even more refined than before.

The red beauty mark at the center of my brow accentuated my ethereal appearance, and I barely recognized myself.

The dress wasn't adorned with intricate embellishments but was instead incredibly light and airy, with a delicate texture that resembled falling petals. The hem was slightly tangled.

Before the staff could adjust it for me, a familiar voice spoke. "I got it."

Luke knelt down and patiently straightened the gown for me.

When he stood up, his eyes were slightly red.

I remembered the day I tried on my dress in my past life when Wisteria had worn my wedding gown. When I protested, the Sanders ganged up against me, accusing me of making a big deal out of nothing. In the end, Josh even slapped

me.

Luke had wrapped an arm around Wisteria's shoulders, comforting her, while I, the true bride, had been reduced to a mere spectator.

This time, he could only stand by and witness my happiness from afar.

Carter had also changed into his suit. Then, he walked toward me while holding a bouquet.

When he reached me, he knelt on one knee with a ring in his hand. "Chloe, will you marry me?" he asked affectionately.

I covered my mouth as I was stunned by the unexpected gesture.

After all, we had already signed the marriage certificate and we even had children together.

"Say yes! Say yes!"

Zoey's voice rang out. I turned to see our family and friends gathered in every fitting room, watching us.

The sudden ceremony caught me off guard, making me a little shy.

Memories from both lives flooded my mind. He had once told me that when he returned victorious, he would marry me.

I died before I could ever see him again.

Tears welled in my eyes instantly. "Yes, I do," I said.

The next moment, we held each other in a tight embrace, under the gaze of our loved ones.

"We've been together for so long. It's fine if you don't do this," I murmured.

Carter chuckled. "You'll have whatever others have."

A proposal and a wedding-he wouldn't let me miss a single moment.

"Chloe, I'll make up for everything we lost."noveldrama

While everyone was basking in happiness, I saw Luke quietly leave. Soon after, Eleanor followed.

As the wedding countdown continued, an inexplicable nervousness settled in my heart.

I wasn't sure if it was just pre-wedding jitters or if the shadows of my past life still haunted me.

Philippa had come this time with her children. Time had truly flown..

Watching the two little ones running around, my heart softened.

Philippa crouched beside them. "This is your sister."

The children spoke in their soft, innocent voices, "Hello, sis."

I knelt down and patted their heads. "Such good kids."

I had only ever seen them in photos and videos before. This was my first time seeing them in person. They were absolutely adorable-so soft and chubby that I wanted to pinch their cheeks.

They stood on tiptoes, trying to peek into the crib.

Philippa scooped them up and

explained, "These are your sister' et

babies You're their little uncles now, so you have to protect them well."

One of the boys reached out and gently poked Everly's cheek. It was something I

had been wanting to do myself.

Unexpectedly, Everly grabbed his hand and bit down.

Philippa laughed. "Little foodie."

As I got more familiar with the children, the questions lingering in my mind finally answered.

They had taken Philippa's surname. The older brother was Lucian Wilcher, and

the younger brother was Axel Wilcher.

Their personalities were vastly different. One was aloof, while the other one was lively.

Lucian

sharp, defined features,

resembling Bill. Axel, on the other

da gentler, more refine

look, like a little nobleman,

His facial features mirrored Philippa's, except for his eyes, which were similar to

Nicholas's.

She had conceived children from two different fathers from that chaotic affair.

I didn't know what Bill thought about it, but the fact that he was still here meant he

had already made his decision.

From afar, Zoey came running over. "Hey, little rascals! Long time no see!"

The two kids rushed toward her to greet her.

Zoey was the type of girl who exuded boundless energy.

She scooped them up effortlessly, kissing one on the left and one on the right.

Harlan, watching this scene, practically had stars in his eyes. "Janice, you love kids so much ... Want to—"

"Nope. Don't even think about it," she cut him off instantly.

As expected from the cool Zoey.

Harlan, undeterred, trailed behind her. "Come on, think about it. If you had your own kids, you could kiss them whenever you wanted."

Zoey smirked. "My sister and I are super close. What's hers is mine. If I want a

kid, she'll definitely give me one."

I waved my hands frantically. "No way. Men and children are not for sharing!"