I didn't raise my head, nor did I stop the movements of my hands.

"I'm just organizing things. I don't like these anymore, so I want to replace them."

Killian strode forward, gently gripping my wrist, his actions tender as if soothing a frightened cat.

"Halen, don't be like this."

He sighed, pulling me into that embrace that carried a cold pine scent, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"I know that freezing your supplementary card makes you feel insecure, but that's life-saving money. Elena's situation is critical; I can't just stand by and do nothing."

"You know, I'm not that kind of irresponsible husband."

"After these few months pass, I'll restore all your credit limits, okay?"

He was always like this.

Even when depriving me of my rights and interests, he could speak so righteously, so affectionately.

As if my refusal meant I was being unreasonable, that I was making a scene without reason.

I broke free from his embrace and looked at him calmly.

"Killian, who you want to give money to is your own business."

"You don't need to explain to me."

Killian's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly confused and hurt by my cold attitude.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch my cheek, the exclusive ringtone suddenly rang.

That was the special alert tone set to prevent missing any news about Elena's condition.

He glanced at the screen, his expression instantly becoming solemn.

"Sorry, Halen. There's an emergency meeting at the company."

He adjusted my collar for me, his tone carrying a hint of apology:

"I'll be back early tonight. Stop cleaning up; leave this kind of rough work to the servants."

After speaking, he turned and left.

His steps were steady, his back straight, as gentlemanly as ever.

Even though he was rushing to see another woman.

---

Less than ten minutes after Killian left, my phone vibrated.

It was a WhatsApp message from Elena.

Just a photo.

In the photo, Killian was kneeling on one knee beside the hospital bed.

Those hands that had just embraced me were now holding Elena's pale ankle, fully focused on putting a diamond-encrusted Tiffany anklet on her.

His expression was focused and devout, as if what he was holding was a rare treasure.

The text that popped up afterward stung my eyes like needles:

[I said my feet were cold, so he went and bought this anklet, saying it could lock in my body temperature.]

[Halen, look, even if I don't fight or grab, his love always subconsciously flows towards me.]

I turned off my phone and looked at the gray sky outside the window.

The last trace of expectation in my heart was finally completely extinguished.

---

For the next two days, Killian didn't come home.

It wasn't until the third night, at the family dinner held for Elena, that I saw him.

The banquet hall of Smith Manor was resplendent.

Killian pushed the wheelchair slowly into the venue.

Elena had an expensive cashmere blanket covering her legs, her face pale, looking precarious.

Every time she coughed lightly, Killian would immediately stop, asking in a low voice if she needed water or if she felt cold.

That meticulous care made all the guests present cast admiring glances.

Everyone said that Killian Smith was a good man who valued relationships and loyalty.

The dinner began.

The long table was filled with exquisite French cuisine.

As the "hostess," according to custom, I served the final dessert—a mousse cake I made myself.

Elena looked at the tray in my hand, a glint flashing in her eyes.

"Halen, did you make this yourself?"

Her voice was weak, carrying a hint of fawning.

"It looks delicious. Can I taste it?"

Killian glanced at the cake, frowning slightly, seeming somewhat worried about her physical condition.

"Elena, the doctor said you need to watch your diet."

"It's okay, Killian."

Elena smiled and interrupted him, but her gaze was locked tightly on me.

"Halen made this specially for me. If I don't eat it, she will be sad. And I also really want to taste my sister-in-law's cooking."

Killian hesitated for a second, but eventually nodded, even considerately picking up the spoon for her.

"Just one bite then."

I watched them.

Watched Elena dig a large spoonful of mousse and unhesitatingly put it into her mouth.

"Cough... cough cough!"

Less than half a minute after eating it, the spoon in Elena's hand suddenly dropped.

She clutched her neck tightly with both hands, her breathing instantly becoming rapid and wheezing, her face flushing red.

"Elena!"

Killian reacted extremely quickly.

He didn't scream in panic but quickly got up and grabbed the sliding Elena.

He reached for her carotid artery and calmly assessed the situation:

"It's anaphylactic shock. Bring my first aid kit, it's in the car."

He gave instructions to the butler beside him, his voice steady and powerful.

Subsequently, he skillfully fished out the EpiPen carried with her from Elena's handbag and unhesitatingly injected it into her thigh.

The whole process was smooth and professional, shockingly so.

As the medicine was pushed in, Elena's breathing finally smoothed out a bit, but she still went limp in his arms, looking like she was on her last breath.

Killian wiped the cold sweat from Elena's forehead with a handkerchief, then slowly raised his head.

In those deep eyes, there was no longer the warmth of the past.

Only a suffocating coldness and disappointment remained.

"Halen."

He didn't shout loudly; his tone was even calmer than usual.

"What did you put in the cake?"

I stood there, still holding the tray.

"Elena is severely allergic to peanuts."

Killian looked at me.

That look was like examining a criminal.

"I... I didn't..."

"She trusted you, Halen."

Killian interrupted my defense, his voice carrying a painful moral condemnation.

"She treated you as family and ate what you gave her without any guard."

"And you used this trust."

He shook his head gently, as if utterly disappointed in me.

"I know you care about those two tickets to Iceland, but I didn't expect you to take revenge in this way."

"Elena doesn't have much time left, why do you still want to hurt her?"

"I... I didn't..."

"Enough, I'm so disappointed in you."

Killian stood up and picked up the weak Elena horizontally.

He adjusted Elena's skirt to ensure she wouldn't be exposed, his movements still impeccably gentlemanly.

The guests around whispered, and my father rushed up wanting to reprimand me.

But I couldn't hear anymore.

I only saw the man I wanted to spend my life with holding the woman who plotted against everything I had, trampling my dignity to pieces in the most decent way.

He didn't even give me a chance to explain.

Because in his logic, a gentleman should protect the weak.

And at this moment, Elena was the perfect victim persecuted by a "vicious wife."

After settling Elena, Killian took me to the private wine cellar underground in the manor.

Here it was constant temperature and humidity, displaying priceless Bordeaux wines, the air filled with the aroma of oak barrels.

"Halen, you've disappointed me too much."

Killian stood outside the heavy oak door, looking at me through an iron grate. His expression was still that suffocating calm and disappointment.

"You need a quiet place to reflect properly on your actions."

"I don't want my wife to be a woman who hurts others out of jealousy."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Killian, don't go!"

I grabbed the iron grate, my fingertips turning white from the force.

"I didn't do it, it was Elena herself..."

Killian interrupted me, looking at me with heartache.

"Think about it properly in this room. When you've figured it out, when you've admitted your mistake, I'll personally come to pick you up for breakfast tomorrow morning. I still love you, Halen. So don't hurt Elena anymore."

With a dull sound, the heavy soundproof door was closed.

The world fell into a dead silence.

I sat in the corner hugging my knees.

Until half an hour later.

The central air conditioner overhead suddenly made a huge roaring sound.

Immediately after, piercing cold wind poured down from the vent like knives.

The numbers on the thermometer started jumping crazily.

15 degrees... 10 degrees... 0 degrees... minus 5 degrees.

In just ten minutes, this place turned into a giant freezer.

I was shivering from the cold, my breath turning into white mist.

I realized something was wrong and rushed over to pound desperately on that heavy door.

"Open the door! Is anyone there?! Turn off the air conditioner!"

"It's too cold... it's too cold here!"

The sound of碎碎 high heels came from outside the door.

It was Elena.

She had bought off the servant in the control room.

"Halen, save your energy."

Elena's voice came through the door panel, carrying a trace of malicious pleasure.

"This is Killian's meaning. He said you need to 'calm down'."

"You're lying! Killian wouldn't treat me like this!"

"Really? Then you can try calling for help."

A sharp cramp suddenly came from my abdomen.

That pain wasn't unfamiliar, carrying a falling sensation of life being stripped away.

I clutched my belly, slid down the door panel to kneel on the ground, the cold sweat on my forehead instantly freezing into ice.

"Killian... Killian, are you outside?"

I pounded on the door panel with all my might, my voice changing tune due to fear and pain.

"Help... let me out..."

"I'm pregnant... Killian, I'm pregnant with your child... my stomach hurts so much..."

Silence outside the door for a few seconds.

Then came Killian's steady footsteps.

He was right outside.

He had been there all along.

"Halen."

Killian's voice penetrated the door panel, still as magnetic, yet terrifyingly rational.

"I thought after this half hour, you would have learned honesty."

"Killian, I'm not lying! It's really cold... I'm really pregnant... please open the door..."

I cried out, my nails scratching bloodstains on the door panel.

"Oh my, how can Halen be like this..."

Elena's weak and surprised voice sounded timely.

"To escape punishment, she even made up such a lie about being pregnant? She even drank champagne at the dinner just now... what pregnant woman drinks alcohol?"

"And this is a constant temperature wine cellar, how could it be cold? Is she... trying to win your sympathy?"

Killian fell silent.

Through that door, I could almost see him frowning and shaking his head.

"Halen."

After a long time, he sighed, his tone full of helplessness towards a naughty child.

"To get me to open the door, you actually told such a clumsy lie."

"You hurt Elena, and now you're trying to kidnap me with 'pregnancy'. This behavior is not decent."

"No... it's true..."

I curled up in pain, a stream of warm liquid gushing out from below, instantly frozen cold by the cold air.

"Everyone has to bear the consequences for their mistakes."

Killian stood outside the door, like a strict godfather teaching his erring believer.

"Since you are so scared, I will shorten the time."

"Tomorrow at dawn, I'll come to pick you up."

"Tonight, just stay inside and reflect properly on what honesty is."

Footsteps faded away.

This time, he really left.

He still maintained his principles, his "justice", his gentlemanly demeanor.

He thought he just confined me.

He didn't know, he personally locked me into hell.

"No... don't go..."

My voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

The abdominal cramps reached their peak, followed by an empty numbness.

Blood.

Lots of blood.

Thick blood carrying body temperature soaked through my evening gown, spreading on the floor, and then quickly coagulating into dark red ice residue.

I lay in the biting cold, looking at the vent overhead that was still roaring.

My consciousness began to scatter.

Killian.

If you knew that your so-called "punishment" killed your own flesh and blood.

Would you regret it?

A tear slid down the corner of my eye, freezing into ice before it hit the ground.

I thought.

Between us, it's completely over.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital room filled with the smell of disinfectant.

The emptiness in my abdomen told me the result even before I asked the doctor.

"Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry."

The doctor took off his mask, his tone professional and cold.

"You arrived too late. The prolonged exposure to low temperatures and excessive blood loss meant we couldn't save the baby."

I stared at the pale ceiling, not crying, not making a fuss.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart.

The ward door was pushed open.

It wasn't Killian who walked in, but his private lawyer, Mr. Jones.

He walked to the bedside in a businesslike manner, took out a pre-signed check from his briefcase, and placed it gently on my bedside table.

"Mrs. Smith, Mr. Killian is accompanying Miss Elena for her preoperative examination and cannot get away."

"I am very sorry for your loss. However, this was, after all, an accident."

"This five-million-dollar check is 'spiritual compensation' from Mr. Killian. He hopes you can adjust your mindset and not bring your emotions home."

I looked at the string of zeros, feeling incredibly ironic.

My child.

In his eyes, was worth only a flimsy check.

Even a face-to-face comfort became a luxury.

"Take it away."

I said hoarsely.

"I don't..."

Before I could finish, several orderlies suddenly barged in and started roughly packing my things.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Smith."

The head nurse stood at the door, avoiding my gaze.

"Mr. Killian ordered that you be transferred to a general ward downstairs."

"This VIP ward faces south and has the best lighting. Miss Elena said she's afraid of the cold and wants to stay here to get some sun. Mr. Killian has already agreed."

I was trembling with anger: "I just had surgery too! I need rest too!"

"Halen, don't be so selfish."

The sound of a wheelchair rolling came.

Elena appeared at the door, pushed by Killian's assistant. She was wrapped in a thick blanket, wearing a victor's smile.

"Sis Halen, you have a strong constitution, a general ward is enough. But I'm weak, I need the best environment to recuperate."

She waved her hand, signaling the orderlies to be faster.

Then, she wheeled herself to my bedside, her gaze falling on the check.

"Tsk tsk, five million."

Elena leaned close to my ear, her voice as contemptuous as if teasing a stray dog.

"Halen, look, you're not that noble either."

"Killian gives a little money, and you have to obediently give up your place, obediently listen."

"Take the money and roll to the general ward, don't be an eyesore here. Oh right, you probably don't need a caretaker in the general ward, you can take care of yourself."

I looked at her exquisitely made-up face.

And looked at the check again.

Finally, I had no strength to argue anymore, nor the strength to tear up the check and throw it in her face.

I just wept silently, letting them drive me out of that sun-filled ward like throwing out trash.

---

After staying in the noisy four-person ward for three days, I insisted on being discharged.

Returning to the manor, I just wanted to shut myself in the studio.

There were the competition design drafts I had prepared for two whole years—my only hope to regain a foothold in the fashion world, and the capital I relied on to survive after leaving Killian.

However.

The moment I pushed open the studio door, I felt the sky collapse.

A mess all over the floor.

It looked like a blizzard had just passed through.

Except those white snowflakes were my design drafts, shredded into pieces.

That was hundreds of manuscripts!

The painstaking effort of countless days and nights!

Now they had turned into waste paper, covering the entire floor.

And the culprit, Elena, was sitting in the middle of the room, holding a pair of sharp scissors, looking at me innocently.

"Ah, Halen, you're back?"

Her hand shook, and the last intact draft was cut.

"What are you doing!!!"

I rushed over like crazy, pushed her away, and knelt on the floor trying to piece together the fragments.

"My drafts... my competition..."

"What's wrong?"

Killian arrived upon hearing the noise.

He saw the paper scraps all over the floor, frowned slightly, and then seeing Elena, who almost fell from my push, immediately strode forward to support her.

"Halen, what are you going crazy about now?"

"She cut my design drafts! They're all destroyed!"

I held up a handful of shredded paper, shouting at him in breakdown.

"That's my life! Why did she do this?!"

Killian looked down at Elena in his arms.

Elena immediately reddened her eyes, raising her right hand holding the scissors, which was trembling violently.

"I'm sorry... Killian, I also wanted to help Halen organize the studio..."

"But my hand... my hand is uncontrollable..."

"I wanted to cut the loose threads, but my vision blurred, and I cut the wrong thing... I didn't mean to..."

What a perfect excuse.

The doubt in Killian's eyes instantly dissipated, replaced by deep pity.

He held Elena's trembling hand and turned to look at me, his eyes full of disappointment and disapproval.

"Halen, you're being too aggressive."

He sighed, his tone rational to the point of coldness.

"Elena's brain tumor is pressing on her motor and optic nerves. Trembling hands and blurred vision are normal pathological reactions."

"She meant well and wanted to help you, but her body didn't allow it."

"Isn't it just a few drawings?"

Killian looked at my breakdown as if watching an unreasonable clown.

"You're a designer, the talent is in your brain, not on paper."

"Since they're destroyed, just redraw them. Why shout at a sick person over such a small matter?"

Redraw?

The deadline is in two days.

That was two years of blood, sweat, and tears!

He actually said it so lightly.

"Killian Smith."

I slumped in the pile of shredded paper, looking at this man I had loved recklessly for four years.

Finally.

I was completely disappointed in him too.

"Okay."

I wiped my tears and stood up from the floor.

"I don't blame her."

Because I knew.

That I became like this wasn't just Elena's fault, but more because of Killian's indulgence.

One week before I decided to leave New York, Killian suggested taking everyone out to sea to relax.

I didn't want to go.

But Killian insisted that I attend.

"Halen, this is a family gathering, you are the hostess, you cannot be absent."

He was wearing a white casual shirt, the cuffs rolled up casually, revealing his strong forearms, his tone gentle but unquestionable.

"Besides, the sea breeze can improve one's mood. You also need to relax, don't you?"

So, I boarded this private yacht named "Poseidon".

The yacht sailed into the high seas, surrounded by endless deep blue.

Champagne towers were built high on the deck, and the music was soothing.

Killian stayed by Elena's side the whole time, considerately shielding her from the wind, and even stood with her for half an hour holding binoculars just because she said she "wanted to see dolphins".

That scene was too glaring.

I walked alone to the edge of the second-floor deck with a glass of wine to get some air.

Not long after, the sound of high heels came from behind.

I knew who it was without turning back.

"The scenery here is really nice, isn't it, Halen?"

Elena walked up to me, holding a glass of red wine, her smile bright and moving.

Where was even a hint of the weak appearance of a late-stage brain cancer patient?

"Speak your mind." I looked at the sea surface coldly.

"Nothing, just wanted to thank you."

Elena leaned close to me, lowering her voice, her tone full of vicious showing off.

"Thank you for your miscarriage, thank you for your design drafts, thank you... for giving everything of yours to me."

"Halen, do you know what Killian said to me last night?"

"He said, as long as I recover, he will be with me, after all, I am his legal wife."

I gripped the wine glass tightly, my knuckles turning white.

"Get lost."

"Don't be in such a hurry to drive me away."

Elena suddenly smiled strangely.

She glanced at Killian who was chatting and laughing downstairs, then suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Halen, if I jump from here, do you think Killian will save me or kill you?"

"Are you crazy? This is the high seas!"

Before I could shake her off.

Elena suddenly screamed: "Ah—! Halen, don't push me! Help!"

Immediately after, she unhesitatingly flipped over the railing, falling into the bone-chillingly cold seawater like a kite with a broken string.

"Splash—!"

The huge sound of falling into the water startled everyone.

"Elena!"

Killian downstairs heard the cry for help, looked up and saw this scene, his pupils contracting sharply.

He didn't even think for a second.

Throwing away the wine glass in his hand directly, he leaped and jumped into the turbulent sea.

"Quick! Save her! Throw the lifebuoy!"

Chaos on the deck.

I stood by the railing, watching the sea surface coldly all over.

Watching that man, who usually didn't even go to the swimming pool much because I had claustrophobia, now swimming towards that woman desperately like a crazy shark.

He lifted Elena's head, letting her float out of the water, that anxious expression as if he was lifting his whole world.

Ten minutes later.

A soaking wet Killian climbed onto the deck holding the choking Elena.

Elena nestled in his arms, coughing violently, her face pale as paper.

"Killian... cough cough... don't blame Halen..."

She clutched Killian's wet shirt, crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"It's my fault... I shouldn't have told her I wanted to take a photo with you on the deck..."

"She was just too angry... she didn't mean to push me..."

Killian took the blanket handed by the waiter and wrapped Elena tightly.

He wiped the seawater off his face and slowly raised his head.

In those deep eyes, bloodshot veins were now visible.

He stared at me firmly, walking towards me step by step.

Seawater dripped from the tips of his hair, spreading dark water stains on the floor.

"Killian, I didn't..."

I subconsciously stepped back, wanting to explain.

"Halen."

Killian interrupted me.

His voice was no longer angry but carried an extreme, heartbreaking disappointment.

Like watching a carefully crafted piece of art suddenly turn into a puddle of mud.

"I always thought that although you had some petty temper, at least your heart was kind."

"I thought the previous incidents were just misunderstandings, just your willfulness."

"But today, I saw it with my own eyes."

He pointed at the shivering Elena behind him, his tone painful as if pronouncing my death sentence.

"She is a late-stage brain cancer patient; her body simply cannot withstand the torment of seawater."

"This is the high seas, the wind and waves are so big. You pushing her down means you want her life."

"For jealousy, for so-called 'possessiveness', you actually turned into a murderer?"

"I didn't push her! She jumped down herself!"

I shouted in breakdown.

"Jumped down herself?"

Killian sneered, a barren coldness in his eyes.

"Would a person with such a strong will to survive, who dreams of living, jump into the sea herself?"

"Halen, how can there be such a ridiculous lie in this world?"

He walked up to me, looking down at me from above.

He didn't hit me, nor did he roar again.

He just used that gentlemanly, decent, yet extremely cruel gaze to execute me by a thousand cuts.

"You are too terrible, Halen."

"Your jealousy has made you unrecognizable."

"I even start to doubt whether that pure, kind girl I fell in love with four years ago was a false appearance disguised by you."

After saying these few sentences.

He didn't look at me again.

Turning around, he picked up Elena and strode towards the infirmary in the cabin.

"Dock the ship."

He ordered the captain coldly.

"Send Halen back to the manor, grounded."

"Before I confirm Elena is not in life-threatening danger, I don't want to hear any news about this woman again."

The crowd on the deck gradually dispersed; everyone looked at me with eyes full of contempt and fear.

I stood alone in the wind, the sea breeze cutting my face like knives.

I looked at Killian's retreating back.

So determined, so protective.

He would rather believe that "best actress" full of lies than believe the wife who shared his bed for four years.

I didn't cry.

I just felt the hole in my heart being completely filled by the whistling sea breeze.

Killian.

You will never know.

Just now, the moment you jumped down to save her.

The Halen who loved you had already jumped into the sea with her and drowned.

Killian didn't let the yacht return directly.

After Elena drank ginger soup and her vital signs were stable, he made a new decision.

"Halen, I think you need a quiet environment to think properly about what 'humanity' is."

The yacht stopped by a reef of an uninhabited desert island.

This was a wild reef in the high seas, half submerged at high tide, surrounded by sea on all sides, calling to heaven and earth to no avail.

"Killian, what are you doing?"

Watching those bodyguards forcing me onto a lifeboat, fear began to spread.

Killian stood on the high deck, the sea breeze blowing the hem of his trench coat. He was still that steady, rational appearance, like a fair judge.

"Calm down for a night."

He said lightly.

"There is no signal here, no one to disturb. You can face the sea and repent properly for what you did to Elena."

"Killian! The tide will rise! And there is a storm tonight!"

I struggled desperately, trying to grab the railing.

"I have claustrophobia, I'm afraid of the dark... please don't leave me here alone..."

"When Elena fell into the sea, she was more scared than you are now."

Killian was indifferent, his eyes even carrying a hint of sternness hoping for iron to become steel.

"Everyone has to pay the price for their evil deeds. If this little fear makes you flinch, then when you pushed her down just now, why didn't you think about the consequences?"

"There is water and food here, you calm down here for a night, I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Hope that by then, you can give me a sincere apology."

The lifeboat was lowered.

I was abandoned on that bare reef.

The yacht's engine roared, turning the bow ruthlessly and sailing into the distance.

Leaving only two white waves, as if mocking my wretchedness.

Night fell.

The weather forecast didn't lie; the storm really came.

The gale whipped up huge waves, slapping against the reef time and again.

The cold seawater flooded over my ankles, then knees, waist...

I curled up in a rock crevice at the highest point of the reef, wet all over, shivering.

There was no light, no sound here, only the angry roar of the sea.

Fear choked my throat like countless cold hands.

"Killian... help..."

I cried out, my voice instantly swallowed by the wind and rain.

I remembered four years ago, we also encountered a storm.

Back then, he used his body to shield me from the wind and rain, saying in my ear over and over again: "Don't be afraid, even if it's the end of the world, I won't leave you."

But now.

The one who personally threw me into this hell was him.

In the second half of the night, the seawater had flooded up to my chest.

My physical strength was exhausted, consciousness beginning to blur.

Just when I thought I was really going to die here, a faint beam of light came from the distance.

It was a speedboat.

"Killian..."

I used my last bit of strength to wave.

The speedboat approached.

But standing on the boat wasn't the figure I expected.

Instead, it was Elena, wrapped in a thick down jacket, holding a searchlight.

She looked down from above at me soaking in the water, her face wearing a victor's pity.

"Tsk tsk, how miserable, Halen."

"Did you really think Killian would come to pick you up himself?"

"Elena..." My teeth were chattering, "Where is Killian?"

"Him?"

Elena chuckled lightly, absentmindedly fiddling with her freshly done nails.

"He's busy cooking ginger soup for me right now. I said I was scared and dared not sleep alone, so he's been guarding me."

"As for you..."

She paused, her gaze becoming vicious and smug.

"Originally he wanted to send an assistant. But I told him, 'Halen must have realized her mistake, I'll go pick her up, and reconcile with her by the way, this will show our sisterly affection'."

"And guess what?"

"He actually believed it. He even praised my generosity, saying I still thought about your safety after being wronged."

"Look, Halen."

Elena squatted down, shining the searchlight in my eyes, stinging me to tears.

"He simply doesn't care about you."

"If he really cared about you, how could he hand over such a life-and-death matter as picking you up to me just because of a couple of sentences from me?"

"In his heart, my emotions are ten thousand times more important than your life."

I clutched the rock tightly, my nails breaking, blood seeping into the seawater.

The last spark in my heart was completely extinguished at this moment.

Yes.

He didn't care.

If he cared even a little bit, he wouldn't have left me alone on this desert island that could be submerged at any time.

"Come up."

Elena had appreciated enough of my wretchedness before lazily waving her hand to signal the bodyguards to pull me up.

"If I really let you die here, Killian would still cause me trouble."

"Go back alive, so you can see how loving we are, right?"

I was dragged onto the speedboat like a dead dog.

Lying on the cold deck, I looked at the pitch-black night sky, letting the rain wash over my face.

Killian.

You won.

You taught me what despair is in this way.

This time.

I really, don't love you anymore.