From Drowning to Darling: A Second Chance

Chapter 4

Word Count: 702 | Released on: 05/08/2025

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d again to cover his discomfort. "I' ll make

ng with false sincerity as she started to fidget with the z

ity, I cut her off. "No, thanks. I don

eys. "I have to go out fo

manded. "I told you to make soup

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o," I said, walking toward the d

known him, he had never cooked a meal. He w

his eyes and walked out, clos

omething imp

buy a tra

ate. By the time I finally reached the counter, my body was numb with cold and

hing body home

g for me, his fac

t?" he snapped. "Kennedy

oom. "She went out looking for you and fell.

on the bed, her ankle propped up on a

ly, playing her part to perfection. "Eva was

ace grew e

ze to he

nuine laugh this time

now how to manage her household. If you can't e

rd. "If you don' t apologiz

it up Kennedy' s eyes b

thing I wanted, but if I agreed too easily, he'd get suspicious. He would fin

couldn' t risk him find

breath, and swallowed my pride

my voice tight.

y softened, a smug satisf

ho knows her place, who is generous and forgiving-th

bed and looked down at Kenne

uld appreciate. "I was wrong. I won' t be jealous of the care y

in my tone, but he couldn' t quite place

hat that' s settled, we

yes completely em

eyes were dark with resentment.

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From Drowning to Darling: A Second Chance

Catlaina Sloggett Romance

“I walked into City Hall, ready to tear up my marriage application. It was over. Hours earlier, I woke up in a hospital bed, my fiancé Aubrey beside me, his face a mask of annoyance. He told me to apologize to Kennedy, the woman who had just pushed me into an icy lake, nearly drowning me. Through the churning water, I had seen Aubrey swim past me, straight to Kennedy, who was faking drowning. He believed her lies, accusing me of attacking her, despite my life-threatening injury. He dismissed my pain, my sacrifice, and my years of loyalty, all for a woman who had betrayed him in the past. He even used my own values against me, telling me to "put others before yourself." I was tired. So incredibly tired. The near-drowning had been a baptism. I finally understood: I could not fix this. I could not win his love. When I returned home, he had already given my precious herbal tea, meant for my chronic pain, to Kennedy. He then demoted me to a guest in my own home, ordering me to cook for her. It was time to burn the last bridge.”