Chaster 11
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He found Sloan standing at the ship’s bow, the long train of her wedding dress shredded into a jagged skirt. Her hair whipped around her face in the saty sea breeze and her figure swayed precariously above the dark waters below
Wyatt’s heart nearly stopped “Sloan! Get down from there it’s dangerous”
Sloan turned, her lips curling into a radiant smile, in that moment, she felt nothing but relief.
“Goodbye, Wyatt.” And then she jumped
“No!”
Wyatt screamed. He lunged toward the edge, ready to follow her into the depths, butt Carol rushed forward and clung to him.
“Wyatt, no! Don’t be stupid!” Carol’s nails dug into his arms as she pulled him back. “She’s gone! Let her go–she’s not worth it!”
Slap!
The sound of Wyatt’s palm cracking against Carol’s face echoed across the deck. Sloan, now a small figure in the distance, swam toward a waiting speedboat. She had grown up near the ocean and her strong strokes carried her swiftly toward the vessel. As she pulled herself aboard, Harper greeted her with a relieved smile.
“Nice touch with the video,” Harper remarked as Sloan collapsed into a seat.
Sloan reached for the small black urn sitting beside her. Her mother’s ashes. The un person who had ever truly loved her.
She cradled the urn to her chest and closed her eyes.
That was enough.
gone! Let her go–she’s not worth it!”
Slap!
The sound of Wyatt’s palm cracking against Carol’s face echoed across the deck.
Sloan, now a small figure in the distance, swam toward a waiting speedboat. She had. grown up near the ocean and her strong strokes carried her swiftly toward the vessel.
As she pulled herself aboard, Harper greeted her with a relieved smile.
“Nice touch with the video,” Harper remarked as Sloan collapsed into a seat.
Sloan reached for the small black urn sitting beside her. Her mother’s ashes. The only person who had ever truly loved her.
She cradled the urn to her chest and closed her eyes.
That was enough.
Back on the ship, Wyatt thrashed against the guards holding him down. His eyes were bloodshot, his breath ragged.
“Find her!” he roared. “Now! Don’t just stand there–go get her!”
No one moved.
The ship was in deep water. Even if they jumped in, there was no telling what lay beneath the surface. Sharks, strong currents, giants‘ sea creatures–it wasn’t worth the risk. Carol touched her bruised cheek, tears pooling in her eyes. Wyatt had never hit her before. Her chest tightened as his frantic desperation sank in.
Was it true that Wyatt had truly fallen for Sloan over the years? Had she been nothing more than a pathetic placeholder? No. She couldn’t let herself think that way.
Carol’s expression hardened. Wyatt was just in shock–he’d calm down soon enough. Once Sloan was gone for good, Wyatt would realize who truly deserved to stand by his
side.
And that person was her.
