Rebirth Over the Deep

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I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow. He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again. Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot. Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me. He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you." They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before. When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete." No one noticed I had nearly died down there. He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me. What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth/Reborn Drama Female-centered

Chapter 11

11-04 09:28

Chapter 1

I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow.

He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again.

Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot.

Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me.

He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you."

They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before.

When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete."

No one noticed I had nearly died down there.

He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me.

What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future.

...

The cabin door was chained shut from the outside.

Each wave that struck the boat sent a dull thud through me, like a hammer pounding my heart.

I curled up in a corner, hands clamped over my ears, but the endless, deep blue terror seeped through the porthole, flooding my world.

I had thalassophobia.

The sight of water made breathing difficult. The sound of waves triggered heart palpitations and ringing ears. Being confined in a small space sparked my worst claustrophobic panic.

This fear stemmed from saving Alec years ago.

During our college graduation trip, he recklessly swam near the rocks and got swept away by a current.

I, the only witness, jumped in without thinking.

I pushed him to shore, but a surging wave slammed me against the rocks, dragging me under.

Those three minutes of suffocation and darkness haunted my dreams for the next seven years.

When I woke, Alec held me, sobbing like a child.

He apologized repeatedly, swearing I would never have to face the sea again.

Seven years passed.

He built a top-tier underwater filming company, earning the title of "Director Johnson" in the industry.

To ease his guilt, I pretended I had healed.

But that day, he tore through my facade and broke his own vow.

The cabin door creaked open.

Alec stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light, his face etched with an unfamiliar mix of urgency and conflict.

Behind him stood his first love, Rosalyn, the celebrated "sea sprite" dancer, her arm wrapped in thick bandages, eyes red and piteous, as if I were the one about to push her into an abyss.

"Maeve..." Alec knelt before me, his voice hoarse.

His hand reached for me, but I flinched in terror.

My body trembled uncontrollably, teeth chattering, unable to form a full sentence. "...Sea... waves... I'm scared..."

Guilt flickered in his eyes, quickly overtaken by a fiercer, more resolute emotion.

He seized my wrist with startling force, eyes red as he begged, "Maeve, I know this is cruel, but you're the only one who can help Rosalyn. She injured her arm and can't dive. This documentary is her lifelong dream, her only shot at an international award! She's prepared for three years! Just finish this last long shot for her, just a few minutes! Your figure is so similar to hers, no one can tell the difference!"

His every word stabbed like a knife into my heart.

What about my dreams, Alec?

My dream was to be a world traveler.

But for him, to spare his guilt, I gave up every plan involving flights or voyages, trapping myself in this city.

Now, for another woman's dream, he pushed me back into the hell that could kill me.

I looked at him, shaking my head with all my strength, tears streaming down. "No... I can't... Alec, you'll kill me! You promised I'd never go near the sea again!"

"Maeve, I'm begging you." His voice carried a plea, but his eyes turned cold and unyielding. "This isn't just Rosalyn's dream. It's the lifeline of my company! The investors demanded her performance. If we don't finish today, the company goes bankrupt!"

He locked me in here not to discuss but to inform.

"No... please..." My pleas grew faint and desperate.

The last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished when he saw Rosalyn's pale, sorrowful face at the door.

He stood, towering over me. "Get her."

Two burly crew members entered, grabbing my arms.

I thrashed like a trapped animal, nails scratching deep red marks into his arm.

"Alec! You're insane! You're a liar! You can't do this to me!"

He glanced at the scratches, brows furrowing, a flash of irritation crossing his face.

"Maeve, can't you be reasonable?" He shook off my hand, voice rising sharply. "It's just a few minutes underwater. You won't die! Are you really going to throw a tantrum and ruin everyone's hard work?"

Ruin everyone's hard work?

I stared into his reddened eyes, saw his raw impatience, and laughed, a sharp, bitter sound.

He didn't know that his company's lifeline, every investment, every connection, came from me, leveraging my family's influence to pave his way.

They forced me into a cold, tight diving suit.

As the helmet clicked shut, I heard Rosalyn's soft voice say to Alec, "Will this... be too hard on Maeve? I'd rather give up my dream..."

Alec turned, pulling her gently into his arms, voice tender. "Don't say that. Your dream is my life. I won't let you have any regrets."

A sharp click rang.

The helmet locked, leaving only my ragged, breaking breaths.

And his words, echoing like a curse. "Your dream is my life."

The crew dragged me to the deck's edge, like hauling a soulless corpse.

Then they let go.

With a splash, I plunged into the dark, icy, endless deep sea.