From Drowning to Darling: A Second Chance

Chapter 6

Word Count: 658 | Released on: 05/08/2025

. "Don' t insult my intelligence, Aubrey. We a

inst her, tugged on Aubrey's sleeve,

loud enough for everyone to hear. "I don' t wan

pulling her back. "This is your home

e you no shame? Look at this scheming little... She's de

edy, shielding her with his body. "If you'

e to his feet. He was not a large man, but he radiated an

ly trembled u

the General said, his voice quie

nt and tolerant. But that doesn'

r at the door. "Tell Ms.

set stubbornly. "If she lea

d with anger. He took a st

said, quickly ste

. "Please, don' t be angry. It' s my fault.

by a deep sigh. He gripped my arm, his e

to me. I' m supposed to be protecting

suring smile. "Please, don' t worry about us. A

urances, the Gregorys finally left,

losed, I turned to fa

accused, his voice dripping with venom.

a word to them,

nd that this changes anything. I' m not getting rid

but what was the point? He had alread

said, shrugging. I walked p

idn' t ca

yself. I just had to su

where Kian worked, walking an extra two miles

headed back. The streets w

udden, prickling sensati

was foll

I quickened my steps, the sound of my pur

hree large men stepped out of a dark a

un around to retreat, but I r

ling voice spoke

Look what w

as K

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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.”