I Barely Survived, Only To Find My Husband Had Married And Started a Family Novel – Five years ago, while my husband and I were vacationing abroad, we encountered a rare storm. The speedboat we were on malfunctioned, forcing us to deploy the emergency raft. There was only one set of life-saving equipment on the raft. As I watched the towering waves, I ultimately chose to leave my hopes of survival to my husband and selflessly jumped into the sea. But I didn’t die.
Before I was completely submerged, I was rescued and brought aboard a luxurious cruise ship. The ship’s owner, Mr. Worren, was immensely wealthy and dismissed my attempts to express gratitude; he simply wanted me to work for him for five years. He needed someone to handle his various tasks, and I turned out to be the perfect fit. When the five years were finally up, I eagerly returned home to search for my husband.
But the scene before me pierced my heart deeply. … When I finally found my husband’s house, the first thing I noticed was the array of luxury cars parked outside. I couldn’t believe what had happened to him in five years, especially since we had been so poor before. Many men in suits were entering and exiting with their partners, and there was my longed-for husband standing at the door, gracefully greeting each guest. His suit fit him perfectly, and every move he made exuded an air of wealth, a stark contrast to the man I had known when we last parted.
I was ecstatic and was about to rush over to him when I spotted a tall woman walking up to him, holding the hands of two children. “Cyril, it’s almost time to dance,” she said with a smile, planting a kiss on his cheek, their intimacy evident. The ring she wore matched exactly with the one Cyril had — the very pair I had wanted many times but never found the courage to buy. This meant that in the five years I had been gone, Cyril hadn’t missed me as I had hoped. He had a new partner, started a new family, and had long since forgotten about me.
Anger clouded my judgment as I charged towards them, drawing the surprised gazes of the other guests toward Cyril. “Didn’t you say you would bring someone back to save me? Why did you lie!” Cyril seemed taken aback upon seeing me. “What are you doing here?” I had no intention of answering his question; I stared at him fiercely. “Five years ago, I almost drowned trying to save you. Not only did you not care about me, but you also moved on with someone else!” My voice rose, capturing the attention of all the guests. They watched us curiously, waiting for Cyril’s reaction.
Cyril appeared to loathe this attention. “Over the last five years, I’ve heard about you time and again, but each time you were with someone different.” His tone was icy as he scrutinized me with disdain. “Who knows what filthy means you resorted to in order to survive?” His harshness pierced my heart deeply. I never would have imagined that the man I had willingly risked my life to save would judge my worth based on mere rumors. If that were the case, my love was worthless.