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MY SOUL REBORN

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…Slowly I opened my eyes, I saw my fiance standing before me, but something was off. He wasn't looking at me with affection. His best friend was. A loud voice pierced the air, "Oh my goodness, she's finally awake! Emily, Emily!" “Why would he call me Em…Emily? I tried to focus, but everything around me was a blur, I even attempted to speak, but my voice was barely audible. A gentle voice guided me, and a tall, smiley face doctor appeared beside me. He helped me sit up and handed me an oxygen mask, instructing me to breathe deeply. As the oxygen flowed, images began to appear: a boat capsizing, shouts, screaming noises, and Liam's face. But why couldn't I piece it all together? Something was totally off. I tapped on the bed to get the doctor's attention. The doctor noticed my tapping on the bed and looked at me with understanding. He helped me adjust the oxygen mask, and I breathed a sigh of relief as it was lifted slightly, allowing me to speak more easily. "I need to make a call," I told him, my voice still weak. "Can I use the telephone?" "You can't stand up right now, but you can use my phone," he said, handing me his phone. I took the phone, and as I gazed at the screen, I saw a reflection that made my heart skip a beat. The face staring back at me wasn't mine. Confusion and panic set in, and I threw the phone onto the bed. The doctor's expression turned from calm to concerned. I picked up the phone again, my heart racing. The reflection on the screen confirmed my worst fears – that face wasn't me. I felt a wave of disorientation. Just then, a young man walked into the room, a familiar colleague. His presence only added to my confusion. "Is everything okay, Miss Emily?" he asked, concern appearing on his face. His voice was gentle, as he took a step closer to me. As my colleague approached, a warm smile spread across his face. "Emily, oh I'm happy you're alive. How are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I was even more confused; hearing the name "Emily" shocked me. Emily was... Walker's girlfriend. My fiance's best friend's girlfriend. My mind was a mess of mixed thoughts and memories. The doctor's concerned expression deepened, his eyes darting between me and my colleague. "Miss Emily, is everything okay?" he asked again, his voice soft but questioning. “Please calm down. Take a deep breath. You're safe now. Can you tell me what's going on? Why did seeing your reflection on the phone upset you?" I shook my head, still trying to process everything. My colleague, who had called me Emily, added. "Emily, you're safe alright. We thank God you survived." “What! ”. I looked at them, still feeling confused and scared. "Who...who am I?… Searching for answers, yet felt trapped.
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Chapter 1 - INTO THE UNKNOWN

I stood frozen at the stern of the yacht, the salty sea air blown through my hair as my eyes locked on Liam's hard face. Tears flowed down my cheeks, tracing every path of sorrow and fear as I searched for answers in Liam's eyes. But all I found was a cold, hard determination that made my blood stop flowing. 

My phone buzzed. Liam's hand shot out, snatching the phone from my hand, he glanced at the screen, his gaze stayed on the name that flashed across it – " Detective Raymond". 

Then, with a swift, merciless motion, he threw the phone into the sea. 

"Why would you do that Liam?" I asked him but he didn't respond. 

 His voice cut through the silence, 

"Now you're speaking with the detective, you were actually going to turn me over".

His words were cruel , showing the hardness in his eyes.

"Detective Raymond is just a friend and he wants to help," I explained to him. 

"I'm sorry, Rachel, my love, but you've given me no choice." His voice cracked. "I have to do it. I love you, but I won't let you destroy everything I have built."

"Liam, listen to me; you have to surrender to the police and trust me, I'll…"

"Keep quiet"… he said harshly. 

"You really think I'd let you walk out of here and then what? Report me to the police? No, no," he said, shaking his head. "You won't be doing that."

Fear clawed at my heart, its icy fingers wrapping around my soul. I felt trapped, like I was caught in a web of his making, with no way out.

As my eyes locked onto the object in his hand, my mind panicked and tried to piece together the reality. 

 I thought I knew the man standing before me, a man I have shared my life with, my fiance, but at that moment he was a stranger. 

I had hoped to reach out to him, to guide him back to sanity, but before I could utter a word, Liam's arms wrapped around me.

"I'm so sorry for lying to you, I didn't mean to kill the man" Liam whispered, his voice low against my shoulder. "I truly know you want to help me, and I know how much you love me."

 "Everything will be fine, yeah, everything will be fine. I'll be here for you." I assured him. 

My initial instinct was to push him away, but something about his grip felt warm. 

I hesitated, unsure what his intentions were. Was this a sign that he'd finally come to his senses and was willing to face the truth? I returned the hug.

"I'll stand by you, okay. We'll face it together." I encouraged him.

"Emily will soon wake, I need overboard her just like you are going to sleep forever; forgive me Rachel. He whispered to me, his grip tightened. 

But before I could process what was happening, a sharp pain shot through my neck.

My hands went limp, my knees weakening beneath me. I gazed up at Liam, my vision blurring, and saw him holding a syringe. The rope he'd used to drag me across the floor seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Panic set in as he bound my wrists and ankles, securing me to a heavy object beside him. The weight of it was crushing, and before I could struggle, he heaved me into the water.

The icy liquid covered me, a suffocating shroud that dragged me down. As I sank, I couldn't struggle or move. My eyes were open, I felt the water entering every part of my body, the weight anchoring me to the depths, as Liam's face faded into the distance, a mask of indifference.