My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Nate faltered, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

As he regained his focus, he noticed Elizabeth at the window, half her body already outside, leaning forward with the intent to jump.

“Elizabeth!” Nate exclaimed, his eyes widening in alarm as he surged forward in an attempt to catch her.

Elizabeth made a swift, determined leap, her form disappearing through the window frame.

Nate reached out frantically, his fingers brushing against her ankle a moment too late.

The ship lurched beneath him, thwarting his efforts to steady himself or pull her back.

Powerless, he watched in despair as Elizabeth’s figure slipped from his grasp and vanished into the night.

“Where the hell are you all?!” Nate roared, his voice raw as he slammed the emergency button with furious urgency.

“For fuck’s sake.

Get your asses in here now!”

Seconds later, a group of bodyguards burst into the room, staggering as the ship rocked violently.

Rain and seawater whirled in through the now-open window, drenching the interior.

The bodyguards hastened to Nate’s side, attempting to draw him away from the chaos.

“Mr.

Crawford, staying here is too dangerous.

We need to move now.

A safer room has been prepared for you.”

Nate, furious, swung his hand, striking two of them sharply across the face.

“Move? Are you fucking insane? Didn’t you see Elizabeth jump out? Go after her, now! Do you realize how much effort it took to bring her here? And she’s just gone, after a few words?”

Despite the raw sting on their cheeks, the bodyguards composed themselves and tried to reason with him.

One of the bodyguards said, “Mr.

Crawford, we’re close to the propellers here.

It’s probable she’s been torn apart already.

And even if, by some stroke of luck, she wasn’t sliced by the blades, remember she was bound when she fell overboard.

Swimming was out of the question.

She would have sunk in minutes.”

Another bodyguard said, “The sea’s churning fiercely, and a storm’s brewing.

Within moments, the currents would have dragged her miles from here.

It’s futile to attempt a rescue now.

Moreover, with the yacht pitching like this, we’re jeopardizing your safety by remaining.

Our duty is to protect you.”

A third said, “Mr.

Crawford, it’s merely one life.

If she’s lost, that’s how it must be.

If word gets out, the backlash from the shareholders will be relentless.”

Nate clenched Elizabeth’s shoe so tightly his knuckles turned pale.

He was agonizingly close.

He berated himself for his earlier indecision.

Had he just knocked those two thugs out instead of sending them away, he could have had her right there and then, uninterrupted.

After a tense moment, Nate’s resolve wavered.

With a guttural snarl of frustration, he slammed the shoe down.

“Give me my coat.”

Quick to react, one astute bodyguard snatched up the shoe and flung it out the window, erasing the last trace of Elizabeth from the yacht.

Elizabeth herself was engulfed by the ocean, the massive waves devouring her as effortlessly as they would a stray leaf adrift at sea.

The icy seawater bit into her skin, pulling her down relentlessly.

Despite her mental rehearsals, a suffocating terror overwhelmed her as the shadow of death crept closer.

Instinctively, her survival instincts flared, sparking a fierce determination to live.

She had mentally prepared for the worst yet harbored no true desire to meet her end.

Holding her breath tightly, Elizabeth battled the ropes that ensnared her.

Even a faint glimmer of hope was enough to fuel her resolve.

Surrender was not an option.

Her new life was barely underway.

Agarwood was still a work in progress.

She could not allow her story to end in these cold depths.

Her unfinished script needed her.

People who believed in her were still out there, waiting.

But her strength was fading fast.

She had hit her breaking point, her lungs screaming in agony as her body began to betray her.

A forced gasp broke her resolve, and the harsh, salty seawater rushed in, filling her lungs.

Her body grew limp, succumbing to the pull of the ocean’s depths.

The dim light from above slowly dimmed, leaving her enveloped in an unfathomable darkness.

As her consciousness slipped away, the ropes binding her seemed to loosen slightly.

Yet, with no strength left, she remained motionless.

Her final thought was of Gracie.

In the end, she lamented, she couldn’t care for Gracie anymore.