Love After a Broken Heart

The morning sun glinted off the lake's surface as I watched Eduardo from across the resort grounds. My fingers instinctively reached for my collarbone—a nervous habit I'd developed over our three years together. Secret years. Hidden years.

"Need help with that, Bellamy?" Eduardo's voice carried across the lawn as he rushed toward his secretary, who struggled with an oversized suitcase.

"I've got it," she laughed, but made no move to refuse his assistance.

I shifted my weight, adjusting the strap of my own bag on my shoulder. No offer of help had come my way.

"He's just being polite," I whispered to myself, though the familiar ache in my chest suggested otherwise.

The company retreat was supposed to be a chance for us to spend time together outside the office, but Eduardo had made it clear: our relationship stayed hidden. Always.

"Maia, you're in cabin seven," Jessica, my closest friend at work, handed me my key card. "Eduardo's in twelve, and Bellamy's right next door in eleven."

Of course she was.

Throughout the day, I watched as Eduardo hovered around Bellamy—ensuring she had the best seat at lunch, bringing her coffee exactly how she liked it, laughing at her jokes with an ease he rarely showed me in public.

"You okay?" Jessica asked, noticing my expression as we headed toward the water activities.

"Fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just excited about the canoeing."

By mid-afternoon, the retreat had descended into typical team-building chaos—colleagues in life jackets, shouting instructions as they paddled awkwardly across the lake. I stood on the wooden dock, watching Eduardo help Bellamy into a canoe.

"Careful there," he said, his hand lingering on her waist longer than necessary. "These things can tip easily."

I turned away, unable to watch anymore.

"Maia! Come join us!" Bellamy called out, her voice honey-sweet. "We need another person in our boat."

Before I could decline, Eduardo was already motioning me over. "Come on, it'll be fun."

Fun. Right.

I stepped carefully onto the dock's edge, preparing to climb into their canoe when my foot slipped on some algae. One moment I was standing, the next I was plummeting into the lake's dark waters.

The cold shocked my system—much colder than it had looked from shore. My clothes instantly became heavy, dragging me down as I struggled to surface.

"Help!" I gasped when my head finally broke through. "I can't—"

Across the water, I saw Bellamy's canoe tip as well. She screamed, flailing in the deeper part of the lake.

"Eduardo! Maia!" Jessica shouted from the dock. "They're both drowning!"

Through the chaos of splashing water and panicked voices, I saw Eduardo dive from the dock without hesitation. My heart stopped as I watched him swim—not toward me, but toward Bellamy.

"Save her first!" someone shouted, though I couldn't tell who.

"Maia needs help too!" Jessica's voice cut through the noise.

I tried to stay afloat, but my legs cramped, pulling me under again. Water filled my mouth as I sank