Three Days of Drowning in the Sea

Two weeks prior, Mandy was suddenly diagnosed with acute kidney failure and needed a transplant. The Thorntons and Robinsons used every connection they had to find a match.

Isaac held Mandy's hand in the hospital bed, comforting her. "Mandy, don't worry, I'll find you a kidney. You'll get through this." Then came the news: I was a match.

But I never got tested! How could I be a match? Mandy Robinson, my half-sister, and my stepmother had tormented me since childhood. I wouldn't donate to them.

After I refused the surgery, Isaac had me forcibly taken to the hospital. He strapped me to the operating table. "You have two kidneys. Give Mandy one; you'll still be fine."

With the help of a friend, I escaped. I later discovered I was a month pregnant; Isaac was the father.

I clung to hope, taking my pregnancy test results to Isaac. If he didn't want me, I'd divorce him and leave.

But Isaac didn't even give me a chance to speak before forcing me to the shore, putting an oxygen mask on me, and dropping me in an iron cage into the ocean. "You cruel woman, repent to Mandy!"

After I left, Mandy, blaming me for not donating a kidney, left a suicide note saying she didn't blame me and didn't want us to fight, then jumped into the sea.

I couldn't speak, only offering him the pregnancy test results. I desperately hoped he'd look. He turned and left me in the freezing water.

A hurried footstep broke my thoughts. Liam reopened the office door.

"Mr. Thornton, Miss Robinson is back."