Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 512 Even If I Shatter to Pieces, I Must See Them Again So many tears, so much sweat-why are my tears still overflowing, unstoppable, flooding my vision until I can see nothing at all? My lips trembled as I murmured, "Ca-Carl." I had never seen Carter so frantic, so desperate. He rushed to my side like a gust of wind.

Ignoring the wailing child beside him, he cupped my face, his voice filled with remorse. "Chloe, I'm sorry." A layer of mist clouded his dark eyes, and a few scorching tears fell onto my face. I looked at him and told him, "Carl, the baby... There's still one more baby that hasn't been born yet ...

Only then did he snap back to reality, turning to see the tiny infant lying in a pool of blood, umbilical cord still uncut.

"Chloe, don't be afraid. The doctor is on the way. You and the baby will be okay. The baby's already crowning, and the position is right. Just a little more effort!" Behind him, Zoey barged in, cursing under her breath, followed by a trembling obstetrician fumbling with her instruments.

Fortunately, Carter had thought of every possible scenario. His meticulous planning was now proving to be invaluable.

Even Yael, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, had come. He looked atwith uncertainty. "Chloe, do you really not remember me?" Zoey, seeing my current state, immediately covered his eyes with her hands.

"No peeking! Turn around. You're not allowed to look." Yael grumbled, "But I-" Before he could finish, Carter shot him a sharp, icy glare. "What exactly did you see?" His bloodshot eyes still carried an unsettling, murderous intensity.

Even I felt a chill run through my body. Carter had lost so much weight, yet his presence had grown even more imposing.

His clothes were stained with blood from who-knows-where, his entire being exuding a cold, lethal aura. Yael swallowed his words and obediently turned away.

Meanwhile, Zoey had thrown herself beside me, her eyes red with tears. "My poor Chloe." I gave her a weak smile. "I'm not dead yet. Don't start mourningso soon." Seeing all these familiar faces, I felt an immense sense of relief, as if their presence had givennewfound strength.

The doctor worked efficiently, cutting the umbilical cord and gently bathing the newborn.

There were no baby clothes prepared here, so Zoey took off her outer coat and wrapped the baby up snugly. "Congrats, it's a little sister! She looks just like Chloe! She's so strong, why don't we nher Rocky?" Yael peeked over, shaking his head. "What kind of nis that for a girl? She looks just as beautiful as Chloe. I think Susie sounds way better." Zoey rolled her eyes. "Are you serious?!" However, Carter didn't glance at the baby even once. He only looked at me.

Pressing a kiss to my sweat-drenched forehead, his voice was soft but firm. "Just a little more, Chloe. It's almost over. The baby is coming." I clenched my teeth and nodded. "Yes. Soon... our family will be together again." Seeingin such agony, he rolled up his sleeve and offeredhis hand. "If it hurts, bite me. Letshare sof your pain." I met his eyes, filled with guilt and remorse. He must have been torturing himself over and over these past few months.

Why did he letgo to the airport that day? If I hadn't gone, none of this would have happened.

He couldn't truly feel my pain, but he was willing to do anything he could.

I understood his heart. To ease his guilt, I sank my teeth into the back of his hand.

Bit by bit, my teeth pressed into his flesh, but he didn't seem to feel it at all. He just kept whispering my name, over and over again. "Chloe... my Chloe." In his eyes, not even our children were as important as I was. He only saw me.

Then, a piercing cry filled the air. The doctor, overwhelmed with emotion, exclaimed, "The baby's out! Mr. and Mrs. Bolton, your child is safe and sound. You can rest assured now." Hearing those words, I finally let out a long breath of relief. And then, darkness swallowedwhole.

I slipped into a deep, endless dream.

In my dream, I becChloe's spirit again, floating in a place of utter darkness.

There was no one here. No voices. No sounds.

I looked down at my stomach. Wasn't I just giving birth? But my belly was flat-no blood, no baby's cries. Panic seized me. Was this not a dream? Was this the afterlife? Where was Carter? Where were my children? Driven by panic, I ran blindly in every direction, screaming, "Carl! Carl! Don't leavebehind!" This time, I couldn't see them. I couldn't hear them. It was as if I had been sealed inside a pitch-black box, the entire world reduced to nothing but my own desperate voice It was terrifying.

For the sake of my children, I had once pleaded with the heavens to take my life-just as long as my babies could survive.

But I never expected death to cso quickly.

I hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye to my loved ones.

I only knew their genders. I had seen their blurry faces during the ultrasound, their tiny, indistinct features. And yet, I had stared at that mage over and over again.

I wanted more than anything to see my children with my own eyes.

I hadn't even named them yet. Hadn't told them how much their mother loved them.

Hadn't told Carter not to blthem, to love them with all his heart.

Before I lost consciousness, I could still remember everything, so clearly. Ift died Carter wouldn't just fail to love them, but he might even resent them.

If not for them, I wouldn't have died.

A suffocating fear overtook me. I had no idea what was happening now.

I had only one thought-I had to find them.

Even if I shattered to pieces, I had to see them one more time.

I didn't know how long I ran. Didn't know how many times I called out.

My throat was hoarse, my legs weak, my body staggering forward.

Then, suddenly, the scene beforechanged.

I was in a clean, spacious hospital room. Side by side in agriblay two tipy babies.

I saw Zoey, her face clouded with m worry. I rushed toward her, calling out, "Zoey! I'm back!" Laughter had always bubbled from her, so why was her smile absent now?