Meet the devil in hell

DEIRDRE

I doubted it had been a minute since Matteo finished speaking when the heavens opened, unleashing their fury.

The once gentle rain now poured heavily, and I could feel the ship's timbre groan in protest.

Never did I think this would happen. Today, of all days, seemed like the end for me.

I was barely in my prime, with a daughter waiting for me at home, yet here I was in the middle of nowhere – no, stuck on a ship in the midst of a storm.

I was going to die; it was evident. I was on the verge of meeting my demise in this unforgiving storm.

Throughout my life, I thought I would live fruitful years and die at a ripe age. Perhaps I shouldn't have harbored such thoughts and wishes.

Biting my lower lip as it quivered, I turned to Matteo, feeling the grip of his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"You caused this, Matteo," I muttered, my eyes welling with tears.

"You brought me here against my wishes, and now I'm going to die. I'm leaving Kendall in this cruel world!"