The Deep Sea Never Sees the Moon Novel

Chapter 8 The joy that lit up Caspian's face vanished in an instant. As if something had occurred to him, he leaned closer to me and said, "Rosie, you're still sulking, aren't you? "Be good. Come home with me. I'll promise you anything." The sight of him made my skin crawl, and my body reacted on its own. I screamed and sat back. I grabbed the mug on the table and hurled it at him. "Don't touch me! Get away from me!" The doctor said I had dissociative amnesia. It was the brain's defense mechanism in response to traumatic events. My memories became clean, simple, yet logical.

My father passed away from illness. And I was never married or had any kids. I feared the sea, quaked at the sight of it. Seeing that innocent face in the photo-so familiar, yet so strange-sent a dull ache through my heart. Caspian made up a story. He described us as the perfect couple that everyone envied. After our child Malcolm died so tragically, the insurmountable grief broke me and made me forget everything. He prepared the evidence and bribed the neighbors and the nanny to keep their mouths shut.

Numbed by the drugs, I started to doubt myself and questioned whether my aversion and hatred of him were signs of a mental problem. When I was almost convinced by him, McKenzie found me, saying she would tell me the whole 0.00% 11:25 truth. I observed her cautiously and asked, "Who are you? Who do I need to believe you?" McKenzie bowed deeply before me. "Caspian said everything was my fault, didn't he? "Time and again, he complained to me that you and your son are a liability to him, implying that he would be better off without you.

"He ensnared me with fake tenderness and empty promises, begging me to help him. "He's a coward, a hypocrite, unworthy of anyone's love, unworthy of you." Before she left, she gave me a name card. "I contacted your graduate advisor. He's willing to help you. You may not trust me, but you must trust him." She paused, her gaze drifting toward the window, her voice firm and unwavering. "As for me... after the dust settles, I'll turn myself in." After I came home, I dialed the number. The person on the phone was Gerry Horton, the advisor I remembered. Hearing my voice, he heaved a long sigh.

"Kid, I'm sorry for everything you've been through. "Your father valued his good character and entrusted him to take care of you. I didn't expect..... Alas!" At last, I was sure that Caspian had really lied to me. So, I packed my things and made up my mind to leave. When I reached the gate, I bumped into Caspian, who had just returned. "Rosalie! Where are you going?" His face darkened the moment he saw the suitcase in my hand. "Caspian, you've played me for a fool for so long. Was it fun?" "Did someone say something to you? You can't trust anyone but me.

Nobody wants to see us 44.92% 11:25 happy..." He tried to drag me back home by force. Just then, a clear male voice rang out at the door. "Stay away from her." 95.64% 11:25 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.