HER HUSBAND PUSHED HER INTO THE SEA FOR HIS MISTRESS

The next instant shattered everything.

As Casiana stood at the railing, smiling at the fading sun, Olivian’s hands pressed firmly against her back. She gasped, spinning halfway, but his push was merciless. Her body plunged into the icy water, her scream swallowed by the waves.

The sea closed above her, and darkness rushed in. Salt burned her throat, her arms flailed wildly, and the boat drifted farther as Olivian stared down, his face stone-cold. When Casiana’s head resurfaced, she saw him only once more. Not with love, but with betrayal. Behind him, Valeria appeared at the edge of the boat, her lips curving in a satisfied smile. Then the vessel turned, its engine humming, leaving Casiana fighting alone against the ocean’s grasp.

Her limbs grew heavy, the weight of despair pulling her deeper. Yet, something inside her refused to surrender. Memories—her mother’s voice, the smell of her home, the laughter she once knew—fueled her. She clawed through the black water until, against all odds, she found a piece of drifting wood. Clinging to it with fading strength, she whispered through chattering teeth: “I will return.”

That night, the sea did not claim her.

Three years later, the city barely remembered her name. Olivian and Valeria were now inseparable, flaunting their love at galas and gatherings, painted as a perfect couple. To outsiders, they were enviable. To Casiana, watching from the shadows, they were prey.

She had built herself anew, piece by piece, her heart forged in fire and vengeance. Her scars reminded her of every moment she fought death. She no longer wore the fragile smile of a devoted wife—her eyes now burned with resolve.

The night she chose to strike was a celebration. Olivian’s company was hosting a lavish party at a grand seaside hotel. The chandeliers glowed, glasses clinked, and laughter filled the air. Valeria sparkled in a silver gown, Olivian at her side, basking in the admiration of the crowd.

Casiana entered unnoticed, draped in a simple black dress that hugged her figure. No one recognized her—the years and her transformation had rendered her a stranger to their eyes. Yet when Olivian’s gaze brushed past her, a flicker of unease crossed his face. A shadow of memory whispered in his mind, but he dismissed it quickly, drowning it in champagne.

She waited. Patient, silent, like the tide.

As midnight struck, she approached. Valeria was the first to notice. Her laughter died, her glass trembled. Olivian turned, his smile faltering, blood draining from his face.

“Casiana…” he breathed, as though he had seen a ghost.

But she was no ghost. She was flesh, bone, and fury.

“I told you,” she said, her voice steady as steel. “I would return.”

The room fell into stunned silence. Guests exchanged bewildered glances, whispers spreading like wildfire. Casiana’s gaze never wavered. For three years she had carried the weight of betrayal, and now it pressed entirely on the two who had destroyed her.

Olivian stammered, reaching for words that would not come. Valeria clutched his arm, pale as ash.

Casiana stepped closer, each heel clicking against the marble floor like the toll of a bell. She leaned in, her lips near Olivian’s ear, her whisper sharper than a blade.

“You pushed me into the sea. Now watch as the tide turns.”

And with that, the carefully built world of Olivian and Valeria began to crack, as everyone in the room realized the truth was about to surface—and it would drown them both.