The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 117

Garrison said nothing.

Staring at the solitary beam of moonlight cutting across his room, a face materialized in his mind.

The face bathed in morning light, whispering, "Take care of yourself."

The stunning woman in the midnight-blue velvet dress, radiating confidence in the center of a crowded livestream.

The heartbreaking vision from his dream, looking at him with endless sorrow. *Don't you know by now? I'm your wife.*

"I understand," he said, and hung up the phone.

*

Halfway across the world.

After enduring two grueling days and nights of violent turbulence, The Oceanic Glory finally stabilized on the dawn of the third day.

The captain's amused voice crackled over the intercom. "Good morning, passengers. We have successfully navigated The Drake Passage and will be approaching the Antarctic Peninsula shortly. Expected docking time is in one hour."

Sloane sat up in bed and threw open the curtains—revealing a shade of blue she had never witnessed in her life.

Their landing site was Liberty Bay.

It was a fitting name, with the majestic snow-capped mountains sweeping across the horizon like a grand, impenetrable fortress. The dock was a modest, makeshift platform of corrugated steel, dusted with a fresh layer of powdery snow.

Sloane hauled her luggage off the ramp, and the moment her boots crunched against the snow—

She froze.

The sheer magnitude of the landscape stole the breath from her lungs.

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