The Deep Sea Never Sees the Moon Novel

Chapter 6 The next day, Caspian pushed open the door and was greeted by a deadly silence. Out of habit, he pulled out his phone. No incoming calls. No familiar messages filled with words of despair. An inexplicable irritation gnawed at him as he smoked cigarette after cigarette on the balcony. He kept unlocking the screen, only to lock it again right away. But nothing ever came. In the end, he couldn't help but dial the number he knew by heart. Every beep grated on his nerves. His heart hammered against his ribcage. Fortunately, the call went through. "Rosalie!" he bellowed.

His voice carried an edge of tension that even he hadn't noticed. "What the hell are you up to this time? Don't think I've forgotten what you did to Mal. You'd better... 11 An anxious voice came through. "Are you Mr. Fleetwood? This is the city hospital! Your wife, Rosalie Fleetwood, has overdosed and drowned. Please, get here immediately..." The cigarette slipped from between Caspian's fingers and burned his foot, yet he didn't even feel "How... how could this happen?" The rest of the words were lost to him.

By the time he reached the hospital and saw me lying on the bed, he snapped again, "Rosalie! You can hate me, punish me however you wish, but death is not an option! I won't allow it! Do 0.00% 11:25 you hear me?" All that answered him was the steady beep of the monitor. Caspian collapsed against the wall and sank slowly to the floor. Why? Wasn't she counting on him to save her every time she threatened to kill herself? Why didn't she wait for him this time? The assistant rushed in, holding a small box in both hands. "Mr. Fleetwood, the funeral home just delivered this. They said Mrs.

Fleetwood arranged the cremation yesterday." Caspian's breath hitched. "What's this?" The assistant dipped his head. "It's Mr. Malcolm's ashes. "The time of death was around 4:30 yesterday afternoon. The doctor said... If he had been brought to the hospital a few minutes earlier, he could have been saved." Four thirty. Caspian hastily took out his phone to check the call log from yesterday afternoon. At 4:32 p.m., he rejected my call for help. Then he got annoyed and muted his phone.

When his wife lost her child-at her most desperate, when she needed him the most-he was making love to McKenzie. Shaken by the truth, Caspian leaned against the wall, barely able to stand. "Did you find out who was responsible?" The assistant handed him the phone. A surveillance video was shown on the screen. At 3 p.m. yesterday, McKenzie smiled and sent the coach away. As Malcolm screamed and floundered in the deep end, she turned on her heel and walked off. Caspian stared at the woman in the video, feeling familiar yet somehow distant.

33.95% 11:24 Then he watched as Malcolm's tiny figure disa, rom the edge of the frame. Desperate and helpless, Malcolm clutched the surfboard in the frigid water for over an hour. He could almost hear Rosalie again, on her knees, clutching his pant leg. "Caspian, please... Let me go save Mal..." If only he had believed her... If only he had pushed McKenzie away and rushed out after her, perhaps Malcolm would still be alive. It was only a ten-minute run from the hotel to the beach.

It was the ten minutes he devoted to another woman and spent humiliating his wife that cost his son's only chance at life. Caspian slowly sank to his knees and raked his fingers through his hair, his shoulders quivering nonstop. It was him. It was his own stupidity and hubris that had crushed Malcolm's only hope. He had helped kill Malcolm. Thinking of it, Caspian went berserk and charged out of the hospital. When Caspian kicked the hotel suite door open, McKenzie was humming a tune and applying a face mask. Seeing him, she immediately flashed a smile.

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