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From Drowning To A New Life

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1067    |    Released on: 08/12/2025

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d officer were a muffled roar in my ears, indi

? Are you

familiar. "No. That's impossible. Aa

pathy, but it barely registered. "Mr. Hobbs, we found her sailing bag. Her identification. And this.

t outline of a half-finished bird, its wings spread wide, wa

ice monotone. "There was evidence of a struggle, a broken mast. It appears she m

had been celebrating our award, caught up in the

" Miller stated, "but with the ocean currents and the tim

olo trip, for her birthday. She was looking forward to it. Why would she... why would she go out in a s

ected, his tone a little sharper. "Your emergency contact was Elia Ga

ket, dead. I remembered turning it off, at Elia's insistence. "Just for

winging to Elia, who stood pale and shaky a f

"I... I tried, Graham. But your phone was off. And then... and th

ou knew she was out there! Why didn't you insist I g

face. "You said she wanted to be alone! You said it was her birthday wish! Mayb

anor at the gala, her almost desperate request for a solo trip, her insistence that I go with Elia, freeing me up for other obligations. Her "birthday

at yacht. The storm hitting. Her desperate struggle against the elements, against t

ere, fighting for her life, and I had been reveling in mine. The lucky charm.

d Elia. Every whispered complaint, every suppressed sigh, every lonely night she had spent in our too-big house, while I chased after succ

n morphed into a vacant space where she once stood. The silen

ing a trembling finger at

ock. "Graham, what are you talking

grief and rage. "You! You were always there!

pth of my fury. She turned and fled, her h

erate, frantic need clawed at my chest. I would tear the ocean apart with m

never truly mine. I had simply owned her, like an

find her. I would bring her home. And then, I would spend the rest of

Cran

lieved

rched. F

the wind, a whi

I had never f

ntling of the person I once was. No grand gestures, no dramatic pronouncements. Just a steady, methodical rebuilding, brick by quiet brick. I had prepared

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“On my fifth wedding anniversary, I wasn't arranging flowers; I was staging my own death. My husband, Graham, treated me like a prized accessory, but the antique watch on his nightstand revealed the brutal truth. It was engraved "Forever, Elia"-proof that his heart belonged to his business partner, not me. So I vanished into the ocean, letting the world believe I had drowned. For two years, I lived as "Anna," finding peace in a small coastal town and rediscovering my art. But the past has a way of clawing its way back. Elia tracked me down, storming into my pottery studio with a weapon, screaming that my "death" had ruined Graham. She lunged, and I took the blow to protect a child. That' s when the door burst open. Graham stood there, frozen, staring at his "late" wife bleeding on the floor. He fell to his knees, sobbing, begging to destroy his empire just to have me back. I looked at the man I once worshipped and felt nothing but cold indifference. "I loved the man you pretended to be," I told him. "But that man never existed."”
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