The Fiancé Who Cried Too Late

Synopsis

The deep-sea wreck. One lifeboat. Elijah Smith gave the spot to his first love, the girl who could swim. I fought the icy water, gasping for air, clinging to the edge of the sinking ship. He smashed my fingers with a paddle, then rowed the shivering woman to safety. "She's scared. You swim better. Hang on a little longer. Help is coming." I drowned in the dark ocean. Fish tore what was left of me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the engagement party on the luxury cruise, the exact moment Elijah left for his first love. This time, I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I took the heirloom necklace from around my neck and hurled it into the sea. Then I turned and walked toward the corner of the deck, where a man wearing sunglasses, supposedly blind, sat alone. The room fell silent. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, laughing: "Mr. Hunt, I hear you need a pair of eyes to guide you. Do you dare marry me?" Six months later, Elijah knelt in the rain on the dock, tears streaming, begging me to come back. But the man in the wheelchair lifted his sunglasses. His sharp eyes gleamed coldly as he tossed a contract into my arms. "Honey," he said, "I bought this whole cruise ship so you could smash it if you want. Is that enough to make him go away?"