He Fed Me to the Beasts and Called It Love Chapter 10

He Fed Me to the Beasts and Called It Love Chapter 10: The Chloe Vance Who Loved You Is Already Dead!

At that very moment, I was lying peacefully on a rocking chair, basking in the warm sunshine.

That fateful day, I truly had come within an inch of my life under the gnashing teeth of those rabid predators.

But to my surprise, Ethan Foster’s best friend had cover ly rescued me from that living hell.

Terrified that Ethan would catch wind of my survival, he had ordered a highly realistic, medical–grade synthetic dummy ahead of time to replace my body in the pits.

Because my injuries were catastrophically severe, I spent the vast majority of my initial days trapped in a vegetative coma.

My uterus had hemorrhaged uncontrollably during the forced extraction of my fetus, and eventually, the beasts had gouged it out and devoured it whole.

Fortunately, lady luck smiled on me. After finally waking up, I used his best friend’s connections and some starting capital to open an orphanage out here in the quiet countryside.

I honestly believed I would never have to lay eyes on Ethan Foster for the rest of my miserable life.

Yet, right as I was playing a game with the smiling children, I caught sight of Ethan standing right by the orphanage gates.

The smile instantly faded from my face. I stared back at him with nothing but bone–chilling indifference.

His face was deathly pale, his frame so emaciated he looked like a literal walking skeleton

The moment his eyes locked onto me, a manic, frantic light exploded within them.

“Chloe! I knew it! I knew you f*ckng weren’t dead!”

“Please, let me in! I have so many goddamn things I need to tell you!”

“I’ve thoroughly investigated every single thing Hailey Logan did to frame you! It’s all clear now!”

“Don’t worry, I already had my men drag her *ss to the beast arena to get your f*ckng revenge!”

I stared at him with a completely blank expression, not uttering a single word.

What the f*ck was the point of making amends after the damage was already done?

I gently traced the contours of my artificial glass eye. The excruciating, soul–tearing agony of having my eye gouged out used to keep me screaming into my pillow all night long.

Seeing my absolute silence, a sudden wave of frantic panic washed over Ethan.

“Chloe, please find it in your heart to forgive me, okay?

“Let me take care of you! It doesn’t matter if you can’t have children anymore–we can adopt! We can take in as many as you want!”

“Let’s just wipe the slate clean and start over.”

I locked my eyes onto him, my lips curling into a deeply mocking sneer.

“Ethan Foster, where the f*ck do you get the absolute audacity to ask for my forgiveness?”

“I personally dragged your *ss up to the throne of the richest tycoon in the country, and how the hell did you repay me?”

“You drugged me every single night just so you could deliberately bring Hailey Logan into our bedroom and f*ck her right in front of my face!”

“No matter how many times I screamed the truth, you blindly dismissed me as a venomous, diabolical b*tch!”

Ethan completely broke down. He dropped heavily onto his knees right outside the gate, weeping hysterically.

“Chloe… I’m sorry! Please forgive me! I was entirely brainwashed and blinded by that f*ckng b*tch Hailey!”

“Just give me one more chance! Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you!”

My heart, however, didn’t experience even a single ripple of emotion.

“I will never forgive you.”

“Not just because of the barbaric, subhuman torture you personally inflicted upon my body…”

“But because of my poor, brutally murdered child.”

“Get the f*ck out of here, and don’t you ever show your goddamn face here again.”

Without giving him another glance, I turned around and walked away.

Separated by the reinforced iron gates of the orphanage Ethan watched my retreating figure in absolute, crushing despair.

“Ethan Foster, the Chloe Vance who loved you with all her heart is already dead. The unforgivable atrocities you committed will haunt you to your grave. I will never forgive you.”

Ethan stood outside the gates like a frozen statue for an entire day and night, desperately praying to catch just one fleeting glimpse of me.

In the end, he left, drowning in his own eternal regret.

A year later, his best friend paid me a visit and filled me in on the aftermath.

Unable to survive the subhuman torture of the beast arena, Hailey Logan had finally snapped and dragged Ethan Foster down into hell with her, blowing them both up in a murder–suicide.

The mangled corpses of both individuals were completely devoured by the ravenous predators, leaving nothing but bone splinters.

Another two days passed.

I received an express package with no return address or hame signed on it.

Drowning in confusion, I carefully pried open the cardboard box.

A stark, snow–white bone flute lay quietly on the velvet lining inside.

Warm, heavy tears rolled down my cheeks, dripping silently onto the smooth, pale bone.

Thank goodness… My precious baby has finally come home to me.