Novel & Cerita The Woman Who Survived Him

Stripped of the rough edges that belonged to choices not made here. “You were very good at it,” he went on. “Efficient. Detached. You did what you were told, and the game ran smoothly.” The version on the right—the one‑who‑left, the survivor‑me—laughed, short and bitter. “At least you *did* something,” he said. “I left. I survived. I didn’t let another key drag me under trying to save her.” The blurred woman behind him flickered more clearly for a second—a hint of a face I’d never let myself remember in full. Dark hair. Quick hands. The flash of a grin.

Nothing about this young woman made any sense to him. Not the circumstances of how she ended up here. Not the ability that she had to have in the physical sentence to make it here from the village period to the point that she had survived with some major injuries, but she managed to fight through those as well. She was literally a walking miracle. Now that they might have idea of what had possibly happened, it just made her even more important and miraculous. The simulation that they had just watched they still playing through both of their heads when they looked at her. No matter what they spoke of, that's what they saw in their mind's eye. Somebody had tried to kill her.

“Good. I want to deal with this matter as soon as possible. “I understand how urgent this matter is but please be a little patient. Good things don’t come easily as the saying goes” “There was another matter I instructed you to investigate almost the same period. Do you still remember? “Yeah, about the woman you defended. “ “I would like to know whether she survived, because when I came back from pursuing the man, she was no longer there. It was as if she disappeared on the face of the earth. She was in bad shape and I wanted so badly to help her.”

"He saw the Brood wouldn’t attack you. You survived somehow... how did you do it?" Her question caught me off guard. My foggy mind still couldn’t grasp that I’d been saved, taken far from the pack, and that something would be asked of me in return. "I... I don’t know. I thought I was going to die..." I said, knotting the sheets in my fingers. Cruel memories slid in like knives driven into my soul. I survived, but my son didn’t. A shadow blocked the light over my head. When I looked up, the woman had stepped closer.

"Then how the hell did you survive?" Nathan hesitated, glancing toward the ruins. "I don’t know. I could swear I died. A woman—cloaked, covered in shadow—pulled me from the fire. She said she was sent to make sure I lived. That was all. I woke up outside the village. Everyone else was gone." A part of me wanted to hug him. It's really really surprising that he survived, but I'm not sure I've ever been more glad to see someone, and I couldn't even tell why.

She would survive. To be continued…

The girl who'd walked down the aisle hoping love could grow from duty was dead. The woman who'd survived was something harder. Something he'd made by breaking her. And she was never going back.

"But I'm doing it anyway because the alternative letting them hurt our children, letting this conspiracy continue, living in fear that's worse than guilt. I can live with being a murderer if it means Michael, Sophia, and Elena are safe." "That's not the woman I married." "Yes, it is. You just didn't know it yet." I turned to face him. "The woman you married survived five years of poisoning, false imprisonment, medical rape, and a conspiracy designed to destroy her. You think that woman isn't capable of ordering deaths to protect her children? You married a survivor, Von. Survivors do terrible things when cornered." He pulled me close. "I love you. Even when you terrify me."

Instinctively my hand went to my tummy but there wasn’t time to process anything. I didn’t even scream. All I remembered was darkness. Five Years Later — Present Day "Miss Nowell?” my assistant called. “The board is waiting.” I looked away from the floor-to-ceiling windows of Black Enterprises' headquarters, my own image as cold and shiny as the marble beneath my heels. "On my way," I replied, my voice smooth and controlled. Iridina Luis was no more. She'd died on that highway with her unborn child and her hopes of love and family.

Way number one: Survive him. She’d survived. Now it was time for way number two.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​