“This is not my husband… this is not my husband…” I kept repeating.
Suddenly—
The woman’s head snapped toward my direction.
My heart dropped.
She saw me.
I was sure of it.
Even from that distance—
I could feel her eyes on me.
Dark.
Hungry.
Then—
She smiled.
And pointed at me.
“Bring her,” she said.
My blood froze.
Michael turned.
Slowly.
And began walking out of the river.
Toward me.
His eyes—
Were no longer his.
“Vanessa…” he called.
But that voice…
That voice didn’t belong to my husband anymore.
And at that moment—
I realized the truth.
Michael was not cheating on me.
He was being claimed.
