Drowning in Misguided Love

I never imagined that someone like me, who always cared about how I looked, would die in such a wretched, hideous way. After the kidnappers brutally tortured me, they tossed me by the seaside, letting the freezing waves wash over my body again and again. Blood gushed from my wounds, staining the water around me. Sven Guerrero was completely consumed with Alina Leclair. He didn't spare a single thought about me. By the time I was brought to the hospital, all the blood had drained from my body, and my legs were shattered like those of a broken doll. The doctors and nurses looked at me as if they'd never seen such a tragic patient. Faced with my ravaged body, they didn't even know where to begin. One nurse quietly suggested, "Should we call Dr. Guerrero? He's a brilliant surgeon. Maybe the patient can still be saved." Another nurse immediately countered, "Dr. Guerrero is busy saving his childhood sweetheart. How could he leave the woman he loves to help a stranger?" But I

Alina went pale at Denise’s words, her tears stopping altogether. Sven's father, Magnus Guerrero, looked at Alina with a troubled expression. My parents were sharp businesspeople, and they had quickly understood the implications behind Denise's comment. When the Guerrero family was about to leave, Dad had suggested a marriage engagement between Sven and me. Denise had nodded approvingly. Although filled with visible disgust and disdain toward me, Sven uncharacteristically hadn't refused. I had told Mom and Dad I didn't want the engagement, but they had insisted it was the only value I brought to the family. Over time, I had learned to love Sven. I had always tiptoed around him, hoping that my kindness would one day warm his heart. However, seeing the way he now cherished and cared for Alina, holding her like she was the most delicate treasure, tore at my soul. Sven was by Alina's bedside at this moment, carefully crafting a meal plan for her, one that would help her h

I suppose it was what I deserved for being the naive girl who fell in love with someone who never cared. I hid in the shadows, and my heart ached so much I could barely breathe. Unable to stand the suffocating pain any longer, I drifted toward the morgue. There, I saw a man kneeling beside my lifeless body and sobbing uncontrollably. I moved closer and realized it was my brother, Cillian Leclair. The heart Sven had broken abruptly felt a touch of warmth. Since reuniting with my family, Cillian had been the only person who had treated me with genuine kindness and seen me as family. He couldn't believe I was gone and kept stroking my cold face. While fighting back his tears, he dialed Sven's number. It rang for a long time before Sven finally answered. Cillian's voice was thick with rage. "Sven, you bastard! Your wife is dead! My sister sacrificed so much for you. Now she's gone, and you couldn't even be bothered to check on her." Annoyed by the outburst, Sven retorte

Sven shook his head over and over, murmuring, "Impossible. This is impossible. She was fine when I left. She could still talk. How could she be dead?" Yes, I was still begging you for help before I died. Why didn't you save me? When Alina got a few minor scrapes, you were frantic and called the ambulance to make sure she was saved first. Meanwhile, I lay by the sea as my life slipped away in helplessness and despair. "The doctor said if she had been brought in just ten minutes earlier, she might have been saved. But I heard the ambulance that arrived first rescued Alina. You're partly to blame for Tracy's death." Cillian's words were sharp. After saying that, he turned to leave. Sven stared blankly at my pale face. His hand reached out shakily, but he didn't dare to touch me. His entire body shook, and there was something in his expression that resembled sorrow. Was he truly grieving? Too bad, I was already dead. I felt pity for myself too. Dead at only 26 because of my

There were no dramatic stories about how I fell for Sven. I liked him simply because he was handsome and had good grades. Teenage girls often fall for boys better than them, and I was no exception. In the dim light, my teenage self had written, "I like Sven. Not only is he good-looking and smart, but he's also kind. I saw him donate to underprivileged kids. But I come from an average family, while he's from a wealthy one. There's no way we could ever be together." Later, after I had reunited with the Leclair family, my diary entries said, "I replaced Alina in the arranged marriage with Sven. I feel guilty about it. Sven doesn't seem to like me. I told my parents I didn't want to go through with it, but Dad slapped me. It hurt." "I saw Alina confessing her feelings to some gang leader. She said she didn't like Sven. In a way, I feel sorry for him. Maybe I should marry him after all." "Alina fell down the stairs herself, but Sven thinks I pushed her. Now he hates me even more."