From Drowning to Darling: A Second Chance

Chapter 7

Word Count: 596 | Released on: 05/08/2025

s lips. The three thugs closed in, forming a tight

, my voice steady despite the adr

ontempt. "You think you can just steal Aubre

reason with him, trying to buy time. "And if you do anything

o you really think Aubrey will care what happens to you? I' m

e out of the picture, my sister can f

mpt at a peaceful resolution. "I' m leavin

up this life? I don' t believe you."

n stepped forward, pulling a small, sharp knife from h

re after this," he whispered

k. A sharp, burning pain explod

mall pair of scissors in my coat pocket. I

just enough to reach into my pocket. I grabbed the scissors and,

into a shriek of pain that e

was cold and smel

r, supported by Aubrey, her f

" she cried, rushing

face pale and tear-streaked. I sat opposite him

lazing with hatred. She grabbed t

uld you do this to h

n my face, and I winced, biting

eyes pleading with Aub

furrowed in a deep, complica

ld him everything. Kian's a

houted. "Kian would neve

his tear-filled eyes to Aubrey. "Aubr

erpiece of fiction. He claimed I had been harassing him

eserve your help. Then she just... she came at me w

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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.”