AnnaMaria
“Swim if you can,” my husband’s brother shouted, and then he walked away, leaving me alone in the cold, open sea.
At first, everything seemed calm. The sky mirrored itself on the waves, and the wind whispered gently across the water. But beneath that peaceful veneer, an invisible threat lingered.
Alex—my husband’s brother—had insisted on taking me “to see a special place,” a secluded, beautiful spot he promised I’d never forget. I had agreed, curious and unsuspecting, unaware of his true intentions.
As soon as we drifted away from shore, his demeanor shifted. The friendly mask fell. His eyes, once neutral, hardened. He spoke of David, my missing husband, with a bitterness that sent shivers down my spine.
“He wasn’t hard enough,” he muttered, as if scoring some personal vendetta.
Alex had always coveted David’s commercial empire, lurking behind the pretense of concern, waiting for the moment to strike.
Then it happened—fast. A push, a cold splash, a laugh echoing across the waves.
“Swim if you can!” he shouted, and the boat vanished into the horizon.
He thought that was the last I’d see of him. But he didn’t know one thing: I had been prepared. I had anticipated this treachery.
By morning, his disbelief was evident. He opened the safe, expecting to claim control over my husband’s assets—and found nothing. I was already at the lawyer’s office, calm, wrapped in a blanket, sipping tea, while the former captain of my husband’s fleet, Mark, and his crew watched nearby. They had ensured my safety.
Alex arrived, smug and confident, only to be confronted with a room full of witnesses and evidence.
“Thank you for coming, Alex,” my lawyer said, voice steady. “Mr. Mark here will provide an official statement about the incident. We’d like to hear your version of events.”
For the first time, Alex realized he had lost control. His plan had unraveled. Every move he made had been anticipated, every secret accounted for.
“We’ve gathered the evidence,” my lawyer continued, locking eyes with him. “Your little scheme will not go unpunished. Did you really think leaving me in the ocean would get rid of me? The sea holds many secrets—and one of them is that I am not alone.”
Sh0ck crossed Alex’s face. The confident mask of superiority was gone. He understood, in that moment, that his freedom—and his power—were slipping away.
And I? I was calm, resolute, and finally in control.
