Praying for Her Love Novel Chapter 6 – “No need. It’s just me,” I replied softly.
The yacht glided into the open sea, slicing through the waters. I stood alone at the bow, staring up at the starlit sky.
The wind was icy, cutting through me like shards of glass. The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below.
He never came.
I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean.
Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces.
All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking.
Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.
I stared at the screen for a moment before setting up a timed release for two files: a recording of a phone call and a video of me creating that painting—the one now falsely paraded as Camille’s masterpiece.
With that done, I walked to the stern of the yacht, gazing one last time at the faint glow on the horizon.
Then, I leapt into the freezing embrace of the sea.
Elsewhere, Dennis hurriedly left Camille’s side. “I have to go,” he told her. “I promised I’d watch the sunrise with Tracy.”
Camille blocked his way unhappily. “Dennis, I need you right now too…”
He shook his head. “Not now. I can’t.”
Before he could leave, his assistant ran up, face pale.
“Mr. Malcolm,” he stammered, “your wife… she jumped into the sea.”