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

swim. In that instant, Suzanne’s heart turned

struggle. Inch by inch, her body descended, suffocating in the chilling embrace of the water, the eerie weightlessness plaguing her in her

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

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heard Oliver’s voice

there!”

no desire to cling to life. Death appeared more appealing. Life was a burden too heavy to bear, too painful to endure, and she

the abyss, Suzanne felt weightless

open,

accompanied by

as he tightly held Suzanne’s hand. “Are you feeling unwell?”

touch, ever warm, contrasted with Suzanne’s icy fingertips. She’ withdrew her hand slowly, hesitant to

expression faltered as he observed Suzanne’s retreat distant gaze. A pang of

to notice Suzanne submerged beneath

childhood, a fear that prevented

back with Sally in his arms, Suzanne suddenly struggled

driven by the urgency of