Wife, Donor, Victim: A Twisted Marriage

red. The angry grey sky softened to a gentle

r helicopters and boats circling the debris f

He had been in the ocean for hours after the yacht went down, ignoring Geneva's pleas and Leo's cries, diving a

ut, when he was pulled, half-conscio

g the endless expanse of blue, his mind replaying tha

clutching his arm. "You have to ac

for his ruined birthday celebration.

ocean in his ears, the image of my face burned into his retinas. His b

g. The water was full of wreckage, sharp pieces of metal and sp

uscles started to cramp, seizing up in the cold water. H

gure floating just below the surface. He reached for

ain

finally took him, his body sinking

ntiseptic filling his nostrils. He was in a ho

had broken me. He dreamed of me crying, my face streaked with tears and

g a mangled, rotting mess. He he

eep, his body thrashing against the cris

to soothe him, her touc

eyes wild. "Elaine," he

voice hard. "The coast guard called of

king his head. "She's n

m and tried to get out of

shed her aside, his strength return

ed, more to himself than

om when his phone, which a nurse ha

It was his butler,

rived for you. From

n fr

ree, sir," the butler stamm