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Fiona’s silence hung in the air like an invisible thread, drawing everyone’s attention.
She stared at me, her irritation clear.
Finally, she took Johnny’s hand, turned coldly, and walked away.
But before Johnny could savor his triumph, Fiona suddenly stopped, her voice tinged with regret. “Sorry, I was impulsive earlier. Everything will go back to normal
Without sparing me another glance, Fiona walked off, leaving me with nothing but the slender, straight back of her figure.
I stood there silently, an unfamiliar emotion stirring in my chest.
Later, Lesbe found me and, with a meaningful look, said, “Fiona’s temper has always been bad. I’ve never seen her put up with someone like she has
with you
It has been seven years. Don’t tell me you haven’t developed any feelings for her
I lowered my eyes and smiled without responding
No matter what, I was leaving. I still had one thing I needed to do
A few days after that endent, Johnny suddenly suggested we go divie
mah tuns with me I been tellina ber she should spend
6:07 PM
He pretended to be all friendly, saying, “Why don’t you join us, Bainbridge? Fiona’s spent enough time with me. I keep telling her she should spend some time with you, but she won’t listen.”
I pushed him away in annoyance.
Fiona saw it, and in front of a crowd of tourists on the beach, she slapped me hard across the face, shouting, “Are you just born with a filthy nature? Stop being so shameless! Johnny’s trying to be nice to you!”
Then she turned back to Johnny, her tone soft, “You’re too kind, Johnny. Don’t waste your time worrying about that sc*m.”
Johnny shrugged theatrically, glancing at me from the corner of his eye, a smug smile on his lips.
I rubbed my sore face and sneered, “Kind–hearted? Me, a sc*mbag? Fiona, are you really that biased, or are you just blind?
Sometimes, I really don’t know which one of us is more disgusting, you or me.”
Fiona looked at me in disbelief.
She was shocked that this pitiful, subservient lapdog of hers had suddenly changed and dared to stand up to her.
That was because I had already come up with a plan to leave without needing a divorce.
I knew Johnny wouldn’t just invite me to dive for no reason.
He must have been plotting something.
Sure enough, underwater, he kept “accidentally” getting close to me, lingering around me.
Soon, the air from my oxygen tank started thinning, and I began to feel suffocated.
I realized Johnny had secretly turned off the valve on my tank!
I began signaling for help.
But Johnny suddenly pressed up against me, removing his own oxygen tank and weight belt, then frantically waved his arms toward Fiona.
Fiona’s heart was never on my side.
The moment she saw me signaling for help, her first thought was that I was bullying Johnny again.
Her eyes filled with disappointment and annoyance as she shoved me aside.
Then, in a hurry, she helped Johnny with his oxygen tank and began ascending to the surface.
Struggling to breathe, I grabbed her ankle, pointing to my oxygen tank, signaling for help.
She just shot me a cold glare, then kicked my hand away.
Clinging to Johnny, she swam upwards toward the surface.
When they weren’t looking, Johnny shot me a glance, his eyes filled with malicious glee as if saying, “Go ahead and die.”
What Johnny didn’t know was that I was born by the sea, and diving was practically in my blood.
When their figures were far enough away, I skillfully turned on the valve.
I swam to a different part of the shore and rested against some rocks, gasping for air.
I took off my gear, turned off the oxygen tank valve again, and threw it into the sea, watching it float away.
Johnny wanted me dead.
Well, I’d give him what he wanted.
if i couldn’t escape through divorce, maybe I could do it through death.
I took off my wedding ring and tossed it into the ocean.
A big wave came, and the ring disappeared.
I let out a carefree laugh and turned away, walking toward freedom.
I thought, “Goodbye, Fiona. I hope when you hear the news of my death, you shed at least a few tears. Just don’t laugh too much.”
When they resurfaced, Johnny was half–conscious
He pretended to have choked on water. When Fiona gave him mouth–to–mouth, he woke up.
Fiona, full of concern, hugged him tightly “Let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital now!‘
Jokery weakly asked, “What about Bainbridge? Shouldn’t we wait for him?
Fiona, dont blame ham i don’t think he meant it.
Even if i did I guess it’s my faut. After all, 1 took you and I love you so muché
Fone glanced at the calm sea with a look of quid andifference, then quickly turned away without another word
Dont worry about him I have a whole bunch of lapdogs He’s past one of them if he died in the sea, I wouldn’t bat an eyelashi
They werd to the talspital
After the check up they found odevy was fee one frally retard
She stayed with jokery at the hotel
Expecta; to confrunt me, she operet
There were on signe that anyone hat ba
nghe and then care home the real day
e do to bed the fabuse completely engly
6:07 PM
She realized that I hadn’t come back all night.
Fiona frowned and made a phone call.
But the man who always picked up after one ring didn’t answer this time.
She looked worried for a moment but then gritted her teeth and muttered to herself, “That bast**d, he must be trying to play some trick to get my
attention.
Not happening. Even if you’re dead, I wouldn’t care!”
In the days that followed, Fiona’s world fell eerily quiet.
So quiet that it made her uncomfortable.
Every call she made was left unanswered.
She was truly panicking now.
She wanted to go to the beach to look for me, but Johnny stopped her.
Johnny pretended to cough weakly.
“Fiona, is Bainbridge still upset with us? Don’t worry, once I see him, I’ll apologize and explain everything. It’ll be fine.”
Fiona finally turned her attention back to him.
She frowned and said, her voice dripping with disdain, “What’s the point of apologizing to someone so spineless and pathetic? You’ve done nothing wrong!”
Despite her words, she still drove to the beach.
Standing before the calm sea, she felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
She shouted, “Bainbridge! Is this what you wanted, for me to care? Well, I’m here now. Are you happy?
Come out now. If you don’t, I swear, I’ll divorce you. I will not take you back anymore!”
But the only reply was the soft, soothing sound of the waves.
The white foam seemed to bring something with it.
Fiona squinted, and her face turned ashen.
It was a diving suit, one she recognized immediately.
She rushed over and, tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the equipment, she found two letters: B&F.
In that instant, memories came flooding back.
Back then, when she was drowning in emotional pain, she nearly jumped into the sea to end it all.
It was Bainbridge who had grabbed her desperately, telling her if she wanted to experience the deep sea, he could teach her to dive.
That day, the sun was bright, the water sparkled, and his smile had been so warm.
It was the first time she saw Bainbridge as something other than a humble servant.
And that was the day she had accepted his confession.
He had been so happy, carving those letters into the corner of the gear,
He’d said that from then on, it would be their bond.
But now, their bond floated aimlessly on the sea.
The owner of it was gone.
Fiona frantically examined the gear.
When she saw that the air tank valve was closed, her face drained of color.
