The wind at the pier was chilly, brushing against my skin, yet I barely noticed. The yacht floated gently, adorned with delicate lights and scattered roses. It looked peaceful… romantic. I pushed Logan’s words aside. They couldn’t be true.
Clutching the small gift box, I stepped forward. “Happy anniversary,” I murmured softly.
Then suddenly—
A shove.
The world tilted, and icy water swallowed me.
I tried to kick upward, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Panic clawed at my chest. The memory of past trauma — the drowning I had barely survived years ago — resurfaced, dragging me deeper into fear. My lungs burned. The cold wrapped around me, pulling me into darkness.
My vision blurred. Everything faded.
Then I sensed movement above me. A splash. Someone had jumped in.
For a moment, it felt like history repeating itself. Four years ago, during a violent storm, someone had pulled me from the sea — a stranger who became my husband. I remembered the warmth of his grip, the reassurance in his voice, the comfort that made me fall for him.
Now, strong arms circled me again.
My fading consciousness clung to that thought.
If he was saving me… then Logan must be wrong. Sebastian cares about me.