Abandoned At Sea: The Jilted Bride's Revenge

On the luxury yacht bound for our wedding in the Bahamas, a storm suddenly hit. The vessel tilted violently as freezing Atlantic seawater rushed in.

Six people. But only five life jackets.

My husband, Christian, grabbed the last bright orange jacket and put it on my sister, Katelynn. He dropped to one knee, buckling the canvas straps securely around her waist.

"Don't be afraid, Katie. I've got you," he murmured.

I stood frozen in place, the freezing seawater swirling around my ankles.

"Since we're at this point, there's no need to hide it anymore," my mother sneered, without a single ounce of concern for me in her eyes. "Christian and your sister have been together for a long time. Katelynn just pitied you too much to let us expose the truth."

My best friend, Dallas, stepped in front of Katelynn, glaring at me like I was the enemy.

"You've hogged her man for seven years, Blossom. It's time you gave him back."

Christian finally turned to look at me. "Blossom, we already signed the marriage certificate at the courthouse two weeks ago. Let your sister have this wedding."

Everyone knew. I was the only fool kept in the dark.

Even in this life-or-death moment, watching me left on the sinking deck without any survival gear, the expressions on their faces were actually... relieved.

If I drowned in this freezing ocean, Katelynn's life would be perfectly complete.

But soon, the yacht stabilized.

The moment my feet touched solid ground, my heart completely died.

Looking at the job offer from a top architectural firm in London on my phone, I immediately booked a one-way ticket to London.

Since they wanted me to disappear so badly, I would grant their wish.