The Wife He Left To Drown

I took a bullet for my husband, Christian. As his loyal shield, it was my duty, but his only concern as I bled out was for his fragile "sister," Gisselle.

Days later, we were both kidnapped and trapped on a yacht rigged with a bomb. The captors gave Christian a choice: he could only save one of us.

He didn't hesitate.

"Save Gisselle first!" he screamed across the water.

With her safe, he had the audacity to order me, the wife he'd just condemned to die, to save us all.

"Alexandra, the bomb! Disarm it! Now!"