Chapter 6
“Andrew, I knew the corpse wasn’t real when I saw it. Noah has been so down because of that woman. Do you think we should tell him the truth? It was a misunderstanding that led him to believe Liora caused his mother’s death. He’s blamed her wrongly all these years. They-”
“Stop,” Andrew interrupted. “Let it be. I never liked Liora. She seemed obedient and proper, but she didn’t care about her family. She was still out dancing after marriage. That’s just wrong. She didn’t deserve to be his wife. Thank goodness she didn’t take Billy with her, or I’d have dealt with her!”
The Sinclairs and the Rockwells had been close for years. Noah and I had been childhood friends and had promised to marry when we got older.
Then, a plane crash took my parents‘ lives. My sister couldn’t handle it and ended her life by jumping into the sea.
After witnessing the deaths of my family, I developed PTSD and had to rely on medication for it.
On their death day, my PTSD flared up, and I jumped into the sea.
Someone jumped in to save me. Noah’s mother, Faye Rockwell, thought I was Noah.
She tried to help but drowned while I survived.
When 14–year–old Noah came home from school and walked by the beach, he saw me crying and shaking Faye’s arm.
“Mrs. Rockwell, wake up.
up…”
Noah believed I was the one who had killed his mother. He hated me
deeply for it.
When he was younger, he lost his father in a car accident and placed all his love on his mother.
But now, his mother was gone because of me.
That caused Noah to develop an avoidant attachment disorder. He constantly tested my love for him.
Over nine years of marriage, he had slept with nearly every woman in the entertainment industry. When he grew bored of that kind of woman, he moved to the art circle and even had an affair with a female dance teacher, all while I was right there.
He only felt loved when I stayed with him.
Every time I thought about how Faye’s death had led to Noah’s disorder, I felt guilty.
I spoiled Noah, treating him like a patient, forgetting that I was also a patient.
On April Fool’s Day, Noah even made up a story that his plane had crashed into the sea, just to test my sincerity.
He knew the sea was a painful memory for me, something I could never get over.
Many nights, I dreamed of struggling in the water, waking up in tears.
Everyone I loved had died in that sea.
When I heard that Noah’s plane had crashed, my PTSD kicked in. I lost control and ran into the sea.
Noah and his friends watched from the shore, thinking I was trying to kill myself for him. The truth, however, was that I no longer loved Noah.
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At that moment, everything came to light. Noah clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
“How could I have been so wrong? I blamed Liora all these years, thinking she was desperate enough to jump into the sea. I just realized she had PTSD. What have I done?”
Gianna’s words echoed in his mind.
“The corpse is fake. Liora might still be alive. I need to go see for myself…”
Noah walked toward the cemetery. From a distance, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of a gravestone.
