The Wrong Woman

Chapter 176

Suzanne found herself teetering on the brink of losing

consciousness. It was as if she had been swallowed by an endless abyss of despair and fear. She trembled in the water, unable to catch a single breath.

In that fleeting moment, death loomed close, and Nathan’s image flashed through her mind. Confronted with the specter of death, he was the sole anchor she clung to desperately.

In a startling twist of events, Sally abruptly released her grip, instead simulating a struggle as if she were drowning, her cries for help piercing the air. “Help!”

Suzanne faintly heard Sally’s desperate pleas, followed by the sound of two splashes.

Her consciousness teetered on the edge as fear filled her, yet she persisted in her struggle, bobbing up and down in the water.

As she emerged from the water’s surface, her hazy eyes caught a glimpse of Nathan’s figure, carrying Sally toward the shore..

Was it an illusion? Why was Nathan here? Did he just save Sally?

The unsettling sensation of dread assured Suzanne that this was no dream. Nathan had returned, opting to rescue the drowning Sally over

that instant, Suzanne’s heart turned

her eyes, she surrendered wholly to the struggle. Inch by inch, her body descended, suffocating in the chilling embrace of the water, the eerie weightlessness plaguing her

She was lifted upward by a pair of large hands. In the haze

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heard Oliver’s voice anxiously shouting,

there!”

life. Death appeared more appealing. Life was a burden too heavy to bear, too painful to endure, and

of the abyss, Suzanne felt weightless as

soul returning to her body. As her eyes snapped open, above

Nathan’s solemn eyes, accompanied by Oliver by his side.

as he tightly held Suzanne’s hand. “Are you

She’ withdrew her hand slowly, hesitant to engage with him.

retreat distant gaze. A pang

of rescuing Sally, Nathan failed to notice Suzanne submerged beneath the water. Sally had

fear that prevented her from

back with Sally in his arms, Suzanne suddenly struggled to the surface

had already swum toward Suzanne, driven by the urgency