Chapter 1 Get Down Into The Sea And Retrieve The Bracelet For Camille!

• “Vivian, I told you the last time. Apologize to Camille, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
• The man’s cold voice echoed across the luxurious yacht, cutting through the lively music and chatter of the surrounding elite, and carrying straight to the ears of everyone watching the livestream online.
• After saying that, he gently wrapped his arms around the delicate woman beside him, tenderly wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
• The scene would have looked incredibly sweet if that man weren’t my husband, and that girl wasn't his secretary.
• “Just because I gave Camille a ride home yesterday, you have to be jealous enough to go this far?”
• Seeing that I remained silent, my husband, Julian, snarled furiously, his eyes filled with anger as he glared at me.
• “Julian, I said the last time, too. I didn’t push her..."
• Clenching my hands tightly, I tried to explain.
• Clearly, just minutes ago, Camille had lost her balance, staggered toward the yacht’s railing, and dropped the gold bracelet from her wrist herself.
• Clearly, I hadn’t even touched her.
• “Julian..."
• The moment I finished speaking, Camille nestled deeper into Julian’s embrace, trembling incessantly like a frightened little rabbit.
• “Don’t be mad at Vivian, perhaps she didn’t mean to..."
• Her voice was choked with sobs, her pale face flushed as though she had suffered some unbearable injustice.
• “It’s just... that bracelet was the only keepsake my late grandmother left me in this world, I..."
• Camille hadn’t even finished speaking before tears streamed down her face like beads spilling from a broken string, her voice growing hoarse.
• Clenching my fists until my knuckles turned white, I forced down the bitterness rising in my throat before replying, my eyes burning.
• “That bracelet clearly fell because you dropped it yourself..."
• Slap!
• Before I could finish, a scorching slap landed hard across my face.
• My entire body staggered, nearly sending me crashing to the ground. One side of my face burned with pain, so intense that my ears rang. I stared wide-eyed at Julian in utter disbelief.
• We had been in love for seven years and married for three.
• I had once endured those difficult days with him in a run-down shack, and I had even drunk until I suffered a gastric hemorrhage just to help him secure his company’s first major project.
• Yet in the end, he slapped me for the sake of another woman, right on our third wedding anniversary.
• Right when the party was being livestreamed to prove how happy our marriage was supposed to be.
• My eyes burned, and a tear slipped uncontrollably down my cheek.
• “Vivian, when did you learn to lie like this? You’ve really disappointed me!”
• Julian sneered mockingly, causing the gazes of those around me to fill with even more contempt.
• “If you didn’t push her, then how could Camille have suddenly fallen? Are you saying she pretended to fall just to frame you?”
• Julian sneered, his expression frighteningly cold.
• I looked at him, and for a fleeting moment, he felt frighteningly unfamiliar.
• He tilted his head toward the sea below the yacht’s railing, his voice cold as he enunciated every word.
• “If you refuse to repent or admit your mistake, then get into the sea.”
• For a moment, I wondered if I had heard him wrong.
• “What are you saying?”
• Clutching the hem of my dress tightly, I spoke hoarsely. I instinctively looked down, only to see the waves churning relentlessly across the sea, the water so deep that I couldn’t see the bottom.
• A cold sea breeze swept past, and I shivered involuntarily.
• “I said, get down into the sea and retrieve the bracelet for Camille!”
• Before I could even react, I was shoved forcefully off the yacht.
• Water immediately flooded into my mouth, the icy coldness of the deep sea seeping into my flesh.
• Beneath the water, it felt as though countless hands were reaching out to drag me deeper and deeper toward the bottom.