Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Even now,
I know Elliot loved me. Now still does,
Six years doesn’t lie. The way he looked at me meant something real. All those thoughtful gestures weren’t faked.
But that didn’t stop him from getting his rocks off with other woman. When sweet talking to me he still show his dick on other woman’s bed.
He faked a goddamn car accident, ghosted our wedding, and shattered my world–all for six months with his dying mistress.
I don’t need the how they met story. The ending’s the same either way.
An hour later, I was taken on Conor’s plane, while back at the Sterling mansion, shit was hitting the fan.
With me “taking a walk,” Elliot and Carmilla had gotten shamelessly. Mid–afternoon hookup, bedroom door wide open.
They were in the middle of climaxing when Elliot’s assistant–one of the few people in on the fake death scam–started banging on the door.
“Get lost!” Elliot shouted, chucking a pillow at the door.
The knocking just got louder.
“Damn!” Elliot snarled, yanking his boxers up and stomping to the door.
“What the fuck, Mike?”
Seeing his assistant, Elliot’s face darkened.
“Are you crazy? What if Briar sees you here? As far as she knows, you work for my dead brother-”
Mike cut him off, face ashen. “Sir.. it’s Briar.She was on a private jet–an old one with engine issues. It just went down over the Atlantic!”
Elliot froze, couldn’t believe the what he heard just now.
His assistant’s face went chalk–white, his voice shaking more with each word.
“The Coast Guard’s already out there searching,But… it’s not looking good.”
Elliot swayed once, then dropped like a stone.
For three straight days, Elliot hadn’t left the beach. Hadn’t slept, Hadn’t eaten. Just stared out at the search boats combing the water.
Three days, no sign of me or the plane.
He looked like a corpse himself–hollow–eyed, clothes stiff with salt spray.
The 48–hour survival window was ancient history.Everyone knew what that meant. The Coast Guard guys kept shooting him pitying looks.
“That’s the his little brother’s wife!” one of them murmured. “Pregnant Briar on that plane. But look at him–guy’s completely wrecked. Like it was his
wife.”
The Coast Guard approached, clearing his throat.
“Mr. Sterling, we’ve exhausted all search patterns. There’s no debris field, no sign of the aircraft or Mrs,Elliot.”
“With water temperatures and current conditions… frankly, continuing would just be a waste of resources. I’m really sorry.”
Elliot lunged at him, grabbing the guy’s jacket.
“The fuck did you just say? You’re calling off the search? My wife is out there!”
“Sorry‘? You’re fucking sorry? I’ll kill you with my bare hands!”
No one even noticed he’d called me his wife, not his sister–in–law.
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As two guys moved to pull him off, lliot suddenly went rigid. Then he dropped to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth onto the sand
Everyone rushed forward, but Elliot pushed them away, staggering toward the waves.
“Briar, I’m coming, baby Wait for me…”
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
