The Deep Sea Never Sees the Moon Novel

Chapter 2 My arm remained frozen in mid-air, stuck in a ridiculous pose of an embrace that never found its mark. Day after day, I would encourage him with "thank you," repeating it until my voice turned rough and my hope wore thin. In all those five years-every one of those eighteen hundred days-Malcolm never responded. In this moment, all my efforts felt utterly laughable and futile. The way Caspian looked at McKenzie held gratitude, hope, and a light I hadn't seen for years. But when his eyes turned to me, all I saw was deep exhaustion and clear distaste. "You see that?

Mackie can get a 'thank you' from him. She can take him out and make him smile like a normal kid. "And you? This book had been added on your bookshelf. "What do you do besides wrecking our home? Besides the paranoia and the hysterics? Besides dragging both Mal and me into this living hell with your illness?" The door clicked softly shut behind them. The three of them walked into the warm sunlight, hand in hand, looking for all the world like a perfect little family. A memory, sharp and bloody, surged to the surface.

Six years ago, Dad had shielded Caspian from an attacker, giving his own life to save his. On his deathbed, he asked Caspian to look after me. After the funeral, Caspian came to me. He was holding a photo of himself with McKenzie. He tore it to pieces right in front of me. "Rosie," he said, his eyes terrifyingly red. "I have to marry you." 0.00% 11:24 But he kept coming back, kneeling before me-in my living room, in the hallway, even outside my office building. "Rosie, every time I close my eyes, I see your father's blood," he'd say, rain or tears streaming down his face. "He died for me.

I owe him my life. "If you don't let me make this right, I might as well be dead too. I'll rot from the guilt, forever." I looked at his trembling shoulders and, for reasons I still didn't understand, nodded. He cupped my face, a desperate light in his eyes, his voice solemn with what felt like a second chance at life. "Rosie, I will care for you. For the rest of my life." We were courteous and respectful. He remembered every anniversary with flawless gifts. To the outside world, we were the perfect couple. But Malcolm's arrival shattered that brief peace.

Through countless nights of despair, it was Caspian who had encouraged me, over and over. Now, it seemed he no longer belonged to me. The dinner I made sat on the table, growing cold, then reheated, then cold again. Caspian still wasn't home. I opened my Instagram. A video started autoplaying. On a vividly bright lawn, McKenzie was running with Malcolm, her laughter ringing out. Someone had joked, "Hey, kiddo, who do you like better, your new mom or your real mom?" Malcolm stopped running, blinking in confusion. He looked at the camera, then at McKenzie, who crouched beside him.

Then he buried his face in her arms. 38.48% 11:24 I stared at that word for a long time. The comments below were just as cutting. "Congratulations, Mr. Fleetwood! The hard times are finally over. Now this looks like a real family!" "Finally! Ms. Grant is beautiful, capable, and so patient with the child. The right kind of partner. Makes the previous arrangement look pretty sad.' "1 "Lucky man. Left the dead weight behind, got his true love, and such a sweet kid!" My finger scrolled down mechanically until I saw Caspian's reply. "Yeah. All thanks to Mackie." It was brief.

But it was enough to break my heart. My phone slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor. At that moment, our dog let out a pained whimper, then began convulsing, white foam bubbling from its mouth. 78.17% 11:24 Ruby Walker Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby's writing style is bold and irresistible-perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.