While we were on a yacht trip, my wife Miranda’s first love, Aaron Moore, deliberately sabotaged our yacht, causing it to sink to the bottom of the sea. In my past life, when the yacht broke, I immediately asked my wife, who worked as a Coast Guard officer, to save me and our daughter. Although our daughter was saved, Aaron sank to the bottom of the sea that very day. Miranda comforted me, telling me not to worry. She not only let me rest in the hospital to recover from my injuries but also bought seafood to help replenish my nutrients. However, she tricked me into feeding both myself and our daughter a highly toxic blue-ringed octopus. Before I died, Miranda showed her vicious face and said, “Honey, baby, you killed Aaron. I will make you pay with your lives.” Heaven had mercy on me, and I was reborn back to the moment when the yacht sank. This time, I would repay everything. As the waves kept flooding into the cabin, the yacht rocked so much that I could hardly stand. I tightened my grip around my daughter. The dizziness and nausea made me want to vomit. I turned and threw up in a corner. As I vomited, I suddenly snapped out of the horrific scene of my past life. This time, instead of rushing to my captain wife and asking her to fix the yacht, I immediately called the coast guard’s emergency rescue hotline. Huddled in the corner, I looked at my daughter in my arms, waiting for the crew and sailors to come. From a distance, I saw Miranda, wearing a uniform, running in the opposite direction of the room I was in. When I saw her helping the seemingly unconscious Aaron walk to the highest point of the yacht, I felt relieved enough to call for help from the others. The sailors seemed to think I was just joking, as they teased me for a while. The yacht’s tilt grew worse, and in the corner I was in, some unknown octopuses had already crawled inside. The sea smell made me continue to vomit until I coughed up blood. Still, they ignored me, choosing instead to help other passengers with their bags and belongings, not even sparing me a glance. I endured the constant nausea, pulled the octopuses off me, and climbed toward the highest point of the deck with my daughter. However, the few remaining intact life jackets were all put on Aaron. Miranda didn’t even bother to look at me and simply placed Aaron on the life raft she had repaired. My brain was spinning due to the rocking, and the nausea kept intensifying. In my past life, when I realized the yacht had a leak, Aaron and I ran to Miranda’s room, but in order to protect me and our daughter, Miranda left the only intact life raft for us. By the time she found out that the other life rafts had been damaged, she turned to look for Aaron, only to find that his room had already been submerged due to the tilting of the yacht. Later, the coast guard recovered the wreckage for an entire week but never found his body. At that time, Miranda comforted me, telling me it wasn’t my fault and told me to focus on recovering. She even reduced her time at work and took special care of me. But when I was about to be discharged, she took me and our daughter to the very area where Aaron had gone missing. In front of me, she took out a blue-ringed octopus and shoved it into our daughter’s mouth. I recognized instantly that it was the highly toxic blue-ringed octopus. My daughter’s face turned dark purple, yet Miranda’s grotesque expression was truly horrifying. She asked, “Nathan, do you know that drowning is one of the most painful ways to die? Aaron was so afraid of pain, but he died like that because of you! I’m going to make you suffer a thousand times more than he did!” She tied a stone to my body, and I sank to the bottom of the sea with my daughter. This time, I only wanted to save myself and escape from this terrifying woman.
I never expected that in this life, she would be even colder and more ruthless, not willing to give us even a single life jacket. Watching my daughter’s life slowly slipping away, I clutched her tightly in my arms and dragged myself over to her with great difficulty. Grabbing the hem of her uniform, I used all my strength to plead with her, “Give me a life jacket. Save our daughter, please!” To my surprise, she ignored my plea for my daughter’s sake and shoved me away, then turned and walked off without a second glance. My body lost balance, and I stumbled, my knee crashing painfully against the deck. The sharp pain shot through me, and the pungent fishy smell from the deck made it hard to breathe. The pain and the stench overwhelmed me, but I immediately checked on my daughter in my arms. Seeing that she was unharmed, I finally let out a sigh of relief. But just then, a more mocking voice reached my ears. “Nathan, what are you pretending for? Isn’t it just that you want to steal Aaron’s life jacket? You’re really shameless. Aaron’s unconscious, and you still want to take his things. If you hadn’t damaged the life rafts, we would have escaped by now! Don’t touch the captain with your dirty hands!” “A man who would sacrifice everyone on board just to satisfy his own desires should really be sent to a mental hospital for treatment. And stop fooling around. If it weren’t for your daughter, Miranda would have divorced you a long time ago. Do you really think you’re worthy of competing with a star like Aaron?” I knew Miranda had always looked down on me, but I didn’t expect even her crew to think I was mentally ill. But the swaying of the yacht and the intense pain in my knee made my thoughts blur, and the water was now rising past my calves. The crew was busy tending to other passengers, and no one even spared me a glance. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard voices around me. “What’s wrong with your crew? There’s an injured passenger here, about to die, and you’re still busy saving the yacht’s property?” “Ma’am, don’t worry. We all know him. He’s fine. He’s just making a scene to get the captain’s attention.” “Hey, some passengers are asking why we’re not helping Nathan. Maybe you should have Miranda check on him.” Sure enough, Miranda came, but she didn’t come to save me. She came to scold me. I only vaguely saw the tip of her leather shoes, and then I felt the excruciating pain as her shoes kicked me in the head. Miranda viciously said to me, “Nathan, I’m here, are you happy now? I really think I should send you to a mental hospital. Why did you break the life rafts? Do you really need such a scene to compete with Aaron for attention? The whole yacht is stuck here because of you!” I could only force a bitter laugh. Even in this state, she still thought I was jealous, and she still thought I, a seasick person, could have damaged all the life rafts. I was about to explain, but the nauseous feeling returned, and I could only start vomiting again. The area around my knee had gone numb from being soaked in water. I couldn’t even throw up bile anymore, but I still reached out, trying to touch her pants. I hoped that before the coast guards arrived, I could at least take my daughter to a safer place. But she kicked me away and stepped right onto my leg. “Don’t think that using our daughter as an excuse will make me soften. If it weren’t for my health, I wouldn’t have even bothered to give birth to her. You’re still trying to fool me, but you don’t know that Aaron just woke up. He said he saw you holding a fruit knife, trying to cut the life rafts. This act is getting old and boring.” After saying that, she ground her foot into my leg. The next moment, a passenger nearby screamed out, “Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill him?” To my surprise, Miranda didn’t even look back. She said, “Look at the color, bright red, clearly paint. Normal blood wouldn’t be this color. Don’t worry about him. He’s the reason we’re all in danger. He deserves a little punishment for what he’s done.” After the intense pain, everything in front of me went black, and I lost consciousness completely.
In my dream, it felt as though I had returned to the moment when I first reunited with Miranda. It was at an alumni gathering. She wore a captain’s uniform, looking graceful and beautiful. Despite the attention she attracted from everyone around her, she remained cold as ice, keeping her distance from others. Her demeanor made my heart flutter all over again. I began to pay close attention to her schedule and found excuses to appear by her side. Whether through alumni events or marine conservation activities, I did everything I could to create chances for accidental encounters. At first, she remained indifferent, but I didn’t back down. I took the opportunity to invite her to discuss sailing-related topics or to share carefully prepared gifts like nautical instrument models and specially crafted lanterns. I tried my best to appear interesting, independent, and someone who understood her world. Gradually, she started to warm up to me. After one dinner, I noticed her gaze toward me had changed. Hope sparked in my heart, and I boldly pursued her, giving her more thoughtful little gifts and even preparing customized gear for her crew. She didn’t give me a clear response, but she didn’t refuse either. I thought I was getting closer to happiness. Finally, she accepted me. I believed this was the beginning of our beautiful life together, but little did I know, it was the beginning of a nightmare. After we got together, she became increasingly distant, always using work as an excuse to cancel our dates or leave on sudden missions at sea. I believed in her loyalty to her work until the day of our wedding, when the truth was revealed. That day, I received a sudden email from Aaron, her first love. After his divorce, he reconnected with Miranda, and I had been completely unaware. Their relationship had quietly resumed while I was dating Miranda. In the email, Aaron openly described every moment they spent together after reuniting. Their emotional entanglements over the past 10 years had never truly been severed. It turned out that Miranda’s coldness toward me stemmed from the fact that she had always been by Aaron’s side. Her so-called work and tasks were just a cover for their secret relationship. I felt immense pain, but I didn’t have the courage to confront her. I was afraid of losing her, and I couldn’t bring myself to face the brutal truth. In my previous life, when Aaron died unexpectedly, she remained so calm, even making me think I was the only one left standing. During that time, she took me to several remote cottages away from the city and even personally designed a room with a sea view for me. Her gestures, which seemed to promise me a stable life, made me let down all my guard. But I was terribly wrong. It wasn’t until I died at her hands that I realized all her “care” was part of a carefully planned revenge. She had never truly loved me. The only person she had ever loved was always Aaron. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, but Miranda was nowhere to be seen. “Are you okay?” a woman beside me, dressed in a coast guard uniform, spoke in a calm yet concerned tone. “I’m from the Coast Guard. When I was aboard inspecting the yacht, I found you unconscious on the deck. Your condition wasn’t good, so we immediately brought you to the hospital. How are you feeling? Is anything hurting?” The first thing I did when I regained consciousness was ask about my daughter’s whereabouts. “I’m sorry,” she said carefully, “the doctor said… your daughter had already passed away when she was brought in.” Her words, though gentle, couldn’t soften the blow. I gave a bitter smile. “It’s not your fault. I knew it already. Thank you for bringing me to the hospital.” Even a complete stranger could tell something was wrong with my body, but my wife, the woman who had been married to me for five years, had never once shown any concern. Seeing my mood darken, the officer furrowed her brows, her tone turning serious. “You were in a dangerous condition. Why didn’t the crew on the yacht take immediate rescue measures? If we hadn’t arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Where is your family? Why hasn’t your child’s mother shown up?” I forced a nod, my voice barely audible. “She… is gone.” The officer gave me a complicated look, as though wanting to say something, but in the end, she simply sighed. She offered to help contact my family and stay with me at the hospital until I recovered. I declined her kindness and transferred the hospitalization and surgery fees to her before urging her to leave.
Although the officer had left, the public opinion surrounding the maritime accident had already begun to ferment. News of the yacht’s leaks and malfunctioning rescue equipment quickly spread online, becoming a hot topic of discussion. Someone had taken a blurry photo of me being carried off the yacht by the coast guards, and it quickly sparked a discussion on social media. The comment section was filled with doubt and anger. Netizen 1: [A big yacht is leaking, and all the rescue boats fail? What kind of management is this?] Netizen 2: [A yacht this important doesn’t even have backup equipment? How irresponsible!] Netizen 3: [If the coast guards hadn’t arrived, this man might have died on the yacht, right? Where were the crew? What were they doing? Why didn’t anyone help him right away?] Netizen 4: [What happened? Can we trust a fleet like this?] These doubts and criticisms no longer had any effect on me. My disappointment in Miranda had already hollowed me out, and those comments online were probably just the beginning for her. But for me, they were far from enough. I opened my phone, preparing to send Miranda a message to file for divorce. However, before I could type a few words, a message popped up first. It was from Aaron. [You’re in this hospital too? I just heard. What a coincidence.] His message seemed neutral, but there was an unmistakable air of superiority in his tone. He followed up with another message. In the photo, Miranda stood by his bedside, her brows furrowed, her face focused as she discussed his condition with the doctor. Even in this simple side profile, it was clear how much Aaron meant to her. I stared at the photo coldly, yet my heart remained calm. Such scenes were too familiar to me now, familiar to the point where they no longer stirred any emotions. I closed the message and immediately dialed Miranda’s number. The phone rang several times before she finally picked up. Her voice was laced with clear impatience. “Nathan, what do you want? Isn’t everything chaotic enough?” “Miranda, let’s get a divorce,” I said directly, without any preamble.
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