She reached out.
And touched his face.
Gently.
Lovingly.
Like a wife would.
Tears filled my eyes.
“What is this…?” I whispered.
The woman spoke.
Her voice echoed strangely across the water.
“You came late tonight…”
Michael didn’t respond.
He just stared at her.
Lost.
Completely lost.
Then slowly—
He removed his shirt.
Stepped deeper into the river.
And disappeared into her arms.
I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming again.
My whole body was shaking violently.
“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.
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