Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 192

While Soren stood frozen in shock, Evangeline had already shoved him aside and leapt straight into the lake.

The water was icy cold, especially at night. The moment she hit the surface, the chill shot through her, making her whole body shudder.

Ever since she’d nearly drowned after being pushed into a pool, Evangeline had made herself learn how to swim. But she’d only ever practiced in the safety of a pool—never a real lake, with its murky depths and slippery edges. Panic clawed at her as she realized how unfamiliar this was.

Still, the thought of that ring—her mother’s last keepsake—drove everything else from her mind. She ducked beneath the water, searching desperately.

Soren finally snapped out of his daze and looked out at the lake. Evangeline’s silhouette had vanished from the surface. A surge of anger shot through him.

She’s lost her mind. Absolutely lost it.

All this—risking her life—for a ring given to her by another man? Did she love him that much?

His cheek still stung from her slap. Furious, Soren wanted nothing more than to turn and leave her to her foolishness. But, inexplicably, his feet wouldn’t move.

After a few seconds, he tore off his jacket and readied himself to dive in after her—when suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Soren, what are you doing? That’s way too dangerous!” came a voice, soft but edged with worry.

He spun around to see Poppy, her face etched with concern.

“Evangeline’s in the water,” he said flatly.

“The lake isn’t deep. She’ll be alright. Besides, you’re supposed to be hosting your grandmother’s birthday party tonight. What if you catch a chill?” Poppy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And… I saw what happened. She doesn’t want your help, Soren. Even if you jump in, she won’t thank you for it.”

In truth, Poppy had followed them out here, overhearing every word of their tense argument—including the news that Soren and Evangeline had divorced. For a brief, wicked moment, she’d been delighted. She never expected Evangeline would go this far.

She could see exactly what Evangeline was doing: forcing Soren to make a choice. Poppy would never allow herself to lose to that sort of manipulation.

Soren’s brow furrowed as he watched the lake. Just then, Evangeline’s head broke the surface, gulped a breath, and dove back under.

Poppy was right. Evangeline’s mind was filled with thoughts of another man. Even if he rescued her, she’d never appreciate it.

Yet, watching that slim figure struggling in the dark water, Soren’s chest twisted with a strange agitation.

Sensing Soren’s resolve wavering, Poppy was just beginning to relax when he unexpectedly pried her arms off him. “Forget it. Even if she doesn’t care, I can’t just stand by.”

After all these years of marriage, he couldn’t just watch Evangeline do something so reckless.

That tiny diamond ring was lost in this vast lake—it could be anywhere by now. She could search until she collapsed and still never find it.

She brought it up to her face, and under the moonlight, she made out the delicate shape of her mother’s ring. Relief and joy washed over her.

She’d found it.

Evangeline’s eyes stung with tears.

It was the last thing her mother had left her.

People loved to talk about how her mother had manipulated Soren into marrying her, and even her own father, Winston Whitmore, had called her mother shameless. But to Evangeline, her mother was just that—her mother. The one person who, as long as she lived, would always love and protect her, no matter what the world said.

She curled her fingers tightly around the ring.

Only now, as the adrenaline faded, did she realize how much her chest ached where she’d been kicked, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

She forced her arms to move, ready to swim back to shore.

But after only a few strokes, she realized she wasn’t making any progress at all.

Glancing down, she saw—at some point—a length of lakeweed had wound itself around her leg, pinning her to the rocks below.