Drowning in the Ocean of Love

While we were scuba diving, my boyfriend, Raphael Carlisle, ripped off my oxygen mask and put it on his childhood friend, Lucia Fairchild, whose mask had started leaking. I was left thrashing helplessly in the freezing water.

Just as I thought it was over, Raphael's younger brother, Gabriel Carlisle, swam over, breathed life into me, and brought me back to the surface.

After he saved me, he presented me with the purple diamond ring he designed himself and proposed, "For as long as I live, I'll never let you face danger again."

I believed that he was my one true love, so I married him, leaving my job behind to focus on starting a family.

On the day Lucia was given a critical condition notice, I ended up in a car accident.

As I lay half-conscious on the hospital bed, I overheard Gabriel talking with Raphael. "Get a doctor to induce labor right away! Lucia's illness can only be treated with a stem cell transplant from umbilical cord blood. The only reason I got Phoebe pregnant was for this very day."

"But she's carrying our bloodline! How could you have someone hit her with a car?" Raphael yelled.

Gabriel replied, "Lucy matters more to me! As for Phoebe, I can spoil her rotten once she wakes up."

At that moment, I realized the love I held on to was nothing but a lie.

If that was the case, I'd just leave.

I lay on the cold hospital bed, clutching my stomach as sharp waves of pain tore through me. I could feel the life I had longed for inside of me slipping away.

My husband, Gabriel Carlisle was right beside me, his forehead drenched in sweat. "Draw as much blood as you need, doctor! Don't worry about hurting her body. I'll make sure she's taken care of."

His words struck my heart like crushing weights. So, he was willing to sacrifice me for his childhood friend, Lucia Fairchild. This revelation cut me open from the inside.

Even my ex, Raphael Carlisle, who was usually calm and composed, had a grim look in his eyes. "Please, doctor. My wife is still in the ICU waiting for the cord blood to save her life!"

The doctor looked at me, who was heavily pregnant and covered in blood, and hesitated. "The baby is already far enough along. If we give it our all, we might be able to save both the mother and child. As for the cord blood, we could contact another hospital and find a way to have it delivered here."

Gabriel's eyes misted over as he seized the doctor's shoulder and bellowed, "I don't want this child. I want you to operate on her and get the cord blood now! Lucia can't wait any longer!"

Raphael held him and choked out, "Calm down, Gabe. Phoebe needs you; you can't lose it now."

As soon as his words fell, Gabriel walked over, his calloused fingers brushing against my cracked lips. Then,