His Perfect Wife Died The Day He Made Her Kneel Chapter 16

His Perfect Wife Died The Day He Made Her Kneel Chapter 16

Julian Vance boarded an international flight alone, once again deploying to her coastal city.

He chose never to manifest his silhouette before Chloe’s path. Instead, he occupied the dark corners, the narrow alleyways, and the inconspicuous shadows, quietly tracking her movements from a distance.

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ecific evening, the exact second Logan Forrester escorted her to her threshold, he turned his

and marched straight into the dark alleyway, his face an emotionless mask.

ance, you truly are a persistent piece of human waste.”

s been months. You still refuse to terminate your insertion?”

Julian maintained a dead silence for a long moment. Slowly lowering his chin, his voice cleared the air with

an unprecedented, quiet serenity.

“Do you love her with absolute authenticity?”

Logan’s brows snapped together into a furious knot. “I suggest you keep your dirty calculations away from this house, Julian. I love her with a depth your blind intellect could never process. At least I won’t shift my devotion to a cheap mistress, let alone order my men to lay a hand on my woman!”

Julian offered a soft nod, his lips curling into a faint, gentle smile.

“That’s good. I wish you two an absolute lifetime of joy.”

The second the blessing left his lips, he turned on his heel and smoothly walked away into the darkness.

The knot between Logan’s brows tightened further, genuine bewilderment flaring in his eyes as he yelled toward the empty avenue, “Hey! Are you seriously going to drop your pride to this baseline?! Can you not

even function without her existence?!”

But Julian’s slow, heavy footsteps didn’t falter, his silhouette rapidly dissolving into the cool ocean fog.

Pride? Humiliation?

He didn’t possess a single drop of those human concepts left in his veins. Instead, as the salty air hit his face, a profound, beautiful sense of lightness blanketed his chest.

e finally understood the parameters.

Since his past actions had permanently closed his window to be her partner in this lifetime, standing in the

shadows to insulate her reality from afar was more than enough.

Time slipped away like smoke. Two years passed in a seamless, quiet blur.

Chloe Sterling had spent the last twenty-four months living in total, absolute autonomy inside her coastal

sanctuary, completely cleansed of the high-society poison. All the trauma fractures and emotional scars left by her previous life had long since faded, replaced by a calm, radiant health.

Yet, a sudden, heavy wave of grief eventually began to tug at her core. She found herself deeply missing her late mother-the only soul in that city who had ever offered her unconditional love.

“Logan, wor ‘ou accompany me back home for a brief weekend trip?” Chloe asked one evening as they

“Let’s visit her grave.”

watched the

“Of course,” Logan replied instantly, his dark eyes softening with that steady, protective warmth that never

anded a rule or enforced an ultimatum.

ct microsecond their private flight touched down on the metropolitan tarmac, Chloe felt a sudden

ing in her throat as she looked out at the skyline. When she escaped this city, she was completely

oped of credits, her mind fractured by terror and helplessness. Now that her silhouette reoccupied the

and, she was no longer that naive, defenseless girl.

They bypassed the metropolis entirely, driving out to a rural valley where her mother’s final resting place sat

nestled within a vast, rolling field of vibrant wildflowers. Chloe had funded a secure trust to guarantee the

cemetery grounds were meticulously insulated from any future real estate development.

But the serene peace of the afternoon shattered the exact second a harsh, grating voice cut through the

rustling grass right behind them.

“Can you two speed this up? She’s been dead for decades, yet you still insist on dropping by to put on this

pathetic, pretentious show of mourning! Disgusting.”

Victoria Jenkins stood a few paces away, clutching a cheap, threadbare handbag. Without the influx of the

Sterling fortune, she had been violently stripped of her high-end boutique dresses and elite cosmetics,

leaving her skin sagging, wrinkled, and gray-exposing her true nature as a bitter, washed-up hag.

Robert Sterling shot an irritated glance back at her before slowly lowering a fresh bundle of blossoms onto

the center of the headstone, his expression genuinely mournful as he muttered an incoherent sequence of

text under his breath.

Chloe looked back at them, the raw vengeance and intense hatred that once ruled her chest completely gone.

Taking a calm, measured step forward, her posture was entirely relaxed.

“Sweetheart, you’ve crossed into the wrong coordinate. This plot holds nothing but a dead bitch. Outright bad

k.”

Victoria spat the text as she sat lazily on the grass.

Chloe spared her a brief glance, her lips relaxing into a neutral smile. “Logan, my mother prefers absolute

silence.”

Logan smoothly extracted the intent. Walking over to Victoria without a single trace of human emotion on his face, he swung his arm back and delivered a resounding, blistering slap right across her cheek.

The crisp crack echoed through the empty field. Victoria was completely stunned, her hand clutching her swelling face as she glared at Logan. “You… you dare strike my face?!”

“Does that specific physical sensation recreate a few memories for you, the home-wrecking gold-digger?”

Victoria’s eyes stretched wide in total horror. She stared at Chloe’s face for a full, agonizing minute before

letting out a niercing shriek. “Chloe Sterling! You dare return to this city?!”

Robert’s entame convulsed with a violent tremor. Whipping his head around, his eyes instantly filled with

a thick leze of tears.

a long time.”

enchanting smile, walking directly to the headstone to delicately arrange her own bundle of

… internal logistics… have you been well these past years?”

“Thanks to your spectacular training, I grew up far faster than the average girl. My life is exceptional.”

Robert’s expression turned incredibly complex, a massive volume of words rushing to his throat, yet his mind

lost the structural capacity to articulate a single phrase.

“I returned to this jurisdiction to permanently relocate my mother’s grave.”

“What?!”

Robert’s face turned an ugly shade of pale. “If you extract her remains from this plot… what the hell happens

to my closure?!”

She let out a soft chuckle, her tone dripping with pure, unadulterated acid. “Drop the hypocritical script,

Robert. When she lay bedridden and dying, you abandoned her room to execute a tryst with your mistress. It

was my hands alone that stabilized her final days… Did your intellect conveniently delete those facts?”

“I executed multiple infractions back then, I accept! But my devotion to your mother was authentic, otherwise

I wouldn’t be standing in this valley to honor her memory! How dare you formulate such malicious

accusations?!”

She let out a cold scoff, her eyes scanning the ground beneath her feet with absolute indifference. “Are you

truly mourning her soul, Robert? Or did you systematically calculate my travel patterns to engineer a

eeting?”

Today is not her death anniversary, nor is it a high-society holiday. Does your database truly evaluate this

intersection as a pure coincidence?”

His defenses collapsed completely, his lips stuttering as pure panic took over his features.

Victoria violently lunged forward, her eyes burning with pure, concentrated venom as she shrieked, “What kind of toxic lies did you feed Julian Vance?! My daughter was tortured until her psyche completely

unraveled into madness! Was that your execution?!”

Chloe stiffened for a fraction of a second, but her smile only grew more radiant.

“Her state? I suppose the laws of karma finally processed her account.”

“You…!”

The blood

d to Victoria’s head with such force that her vision failed, her body collapsing backward onto the grass as she lost consciousness entirely.

Chloe watched Robert frantically hoist her limp form and scramble toward their vehicle, slowly shaking her head at the pathetic display.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision flagged a shifting silhouette standing a hundred paces away. She turned her head fully toward the horizon. Dressed in a pristine white shirt, a quiet, familiar form stood motionless

against the golden rays of the sun-warm and heartbreakingly distant.

“He… returned as well?”

Logan shot a slightly surprised look at her. “You recognized his location this entire time?”

She looked out at the distant, silent guardian, her lips relaxing into a beautiful, permanent smile.

“I’ve always recognized it.”

“Except…”

Meeting Logan’s slightly anxious, questioning gaze, she tilted her head upward, pressing her lips firmly

against his in a deep, unyielding kiss.

“My heart has already selected its permanent anchor.”

The soft autumn sunlight cascaded over the valley, burying the landscape beneath a brilliant field of pure

gold.

Standing far away in the shadows, Julian Vance locked his eyes onto that breathtaking, flawless smile

blooming across her face, his consciousness completely entranced by her joy.

“Then… let your reality be filled with nothing but absolute peace, my love.”