She Saved Her Brother, And Lost Her Husband Forever

She once told me that people online believed that if you truly loved someone, you should take them to see the most breathtaking cherry blossoms. That way, the image of that person beneath the blooms would be etched into your heart forever, never to fade, never to be replaced.

That day, the skies were clear, the breeze just right. She stood under the blossoming canopy, her hand reaching out to me, her smile brighter than spring itself.

My heart skipped a beat. I reached out without thinking, drawn to her as naturally as breath to lungs.

I didn't know if I'd ever made it into her heart that day. But she had already carved herself deep into mine.

While I stood adrift in the memory, Samantha's voice kept echoing at the edge of my awareness. Her words blurred until suddenly, a sentence yanked me back to the present.

"In the face of life and death, true feelings always surface. Your father-in-law and I are planning a little trip at sea for the four of you. There'll be a staged accident, just a brief moment where you and Dash fall overboard. But don't worry, we'll have professional divers standing by. No one will actually get hurt."

"If Isabella chooses to save you, then you stay. Become the cherished son-in-law of our family. But if she chooses Dash, our divers will pull you out quietly. From that moment on, she'll believe you drowned and we'll bless her and Dash."

I stood there for a long moment, frozen like stone, before finally giving a slow nod.

After Samantha left, I drifted into the bedroom. My hand reached for a book on the shelf, worn from years of rereading. Slipped between the pages was an old photo, one I hadn't dared look at in a while.

In it, Isabella tilted her head toward me, her smile as radiant as spring sunshine. Her eyes sparkled with joy, unaware of the storm that would someday come.

As for me, I looked straight into the lens. A stiff smile tugged at my lips, but my eyes betrayed me. There was fear in them, nerves I hadn't known how to hide.

My gaze lowered to the quote printed faintly in the corner, once my favorite line:

"Anyone standing under the cherry tree looks beautiful; my love burns brightly for whoever stands there."

But now, that line felt like a cruel joke written just for me.

I picked up the photo, closed the book with quiet finality and stepped into the study. The shredder whirred to life. I let the photo slip from my fingers, watching it vanish into ribbons.

Ten days later, Isabella was called home under the guise of a family dinner.

To keep things discreet, she and Dash didn't even arrive together; they slipped into the house separately, like strangers pretending they weren't bound by secrets.

The moment she laid eyes on me, Isabella rushed into my arms without a second's hesitation.

"Honey, I missed you so much. These days apart on that business trip were unbearable."

I lifted a hand between us, quietly stopping her. "Be more proper. Mom and Dad are watching."

Only then did she reluctantly loosen her grip, though her fingers still clung to mine like a lifeline.

Only God knew how long Dash had been standing by the door. He finally walked in, eyes sharp with cold disdain. He brushed past us with a scoff, his presence colder than the sea breeze.

Isabella frowned. "Honey, don't mind him. My brother's just childish."

I nodded with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

Of course, I didn't take it seriously. I didn't need to, not anymore.

During dinner, Vincent casually brought up the idea of a boat trip after the meal. Neither Isabella nor Dash had any objections.

As we stood on the pier, right before stepping aboard the yacht, I looked down at Isabella's hand in mine. That question, the one I'd buried deep, finally rose to the surface.

"If Dash and I both fell into the sea," I asked softly, "who would you save first?"

She turned back with a playful smile and tapped the tip of my nose.

"Of course, I'd save my husband. My brother can swim just fine."

I smiled, though something inside me tightened.

Isabella, liars always paid the price.

The yacht sailed steadily into deeper waters, its wake vanishing beneath the endless blue.

On the first level, Vincent and Isabella were fishing, their laughter occasionally drifting up with the sea breeze. I made my way to the second deck, letting the wind brush across my face as I stared into the vast, shimmering horizon. Our destination was getting closer.

Then came a voice behind me, sharp as a knife.

"River, that question you asked Isabella before we boarded. I wanted to know the answer, too. So, go to hell!"

I had barely turned around before a force slammed into my back.

He shoved me hard over the railing.

The sea swallowed me whole.

Moments later, I heard a splash; he had jumped in after me.

"Help!" Dash's voice pierced the air as he surfaced first, shouting toward the yacht.

I barely managed to break through the surface, coughing and flailing in the waves, only to be met with a brutal kick straight to my chest.

The saltwater burned my throat. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs.

The moment pain seared through my chest, my mouth opened against my will and seawater rushed in like punishment. I choked and coughed, but it only dragged me deeper into the abyss.

Just as I fought to rise, another weight pressed down and someone stepped on my shoulder, shoving me farther beneath the surface. My limbs flailed weakly. By the time I managed to break through the waves again, I had already drifted far from the yacht.

From above, I vaguely heard Samantha's panicked voice ring out.

"Isabella! Hurry! Save River, he can't swim!"

I saw her dive into the water without hesitation.

But she swam straight toward Dash.

He clung to her shoulder like a lifeline, panic smeared across his face.

"Isabella, my leg is cramped! Please, save me first, okay?"

She glanced toward me just once, her eyes flickering with hesitation.

Then she gritted her teeth and turned away, dragging Dash back to the boat.

"River, hold on! I'll save my brother first, then I'll come back for you!"

But I had already gulped down too much water. My limbs were heavy and numb. The strength to hold on was slipping through my fingers like wet sand.

After hauling Dash aboard, she didn't dive back in right away.

Instead, Dash clung tightly to her hand, refusing to let go.

"Isabella, don't leave me. I'm scared."

Watching the two of them wrestle on deck, I felt my limbs turn to lead. I couldn't move. The cold wrapped around me like chains, dragging me downward.

As the seawater crept over my lips, a strange, ridiculous thought floated to the surface of my fading mind:

‘If someone saves me now, I'll marry into her family, willingly, as their live-in son-in-law.’

And just like that, a wave slammed into me, silencing the thought.

The tide carried me farther and my vision blurred as the sea swallowed me whole.