I woke up in the hospital.

My throat was dry and burning, rendering me ill at ease.

I looked around the ward and saw no one, so I had to reach for the water on the table myself.

At this moment, a nurse pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that I was awake, she quickly came over and helped me up.

"Mrs. Lawson, you're awake. Mr. Lawson is next door now." She glanced at me cautiously and asked, "Do you need me to call him over?"

Today, Alana Ward and I fell into the water at the same time. Easton chose to swim towards her without hesitation. I fell into the deep water in desperation.

I endured the pain and said with a dry throat at the thought of this, "No need."

After the nurse helped me finish the drip, she left the ward.

I closed my eyes. The scenes of what had happened today kept replaying in my mind.

Today was Easton's birthday. He had a birthday party on a luxury cruise ship.

As his wife, I naturally showed up with him.

When he appeared holding my hands, he seemed distracted, constantly searching the crowd with his eyes.

It wasn't until he gazed at a corner that he smiled.

I followed his gaze and saw a girl in a white dress, who was looking back at him from across the crowd.

It was Alana, Easton's childhood sweetheart.

After accompanying him through the ceremony, I left him.

I didn't like crowded places, so I went back to my room.

Upon opening the door, I saw Easton sitting on the edge of the bed. He seemed to have been waiting for me for a while.

I asked in confusion, "Why are you back?"

Easton's eyes were clear and bright, rendering him obedient and cute. Instead of answering, he asked, "Do you have a gift for my birthday?"

I held my breath, thinking, "It happens again."

He stared at me directly, making my face flush. I turned around and took out an exquisite gift box from my bag.

He took it with both hands affectionately as if he had found a treasure.

Easton slowly opened the gift box, revealing a delicate blue sapphire button inside.

He planted a kiss on my cheek excitedly, unable to hide his joy. Then he said, "Thank you, Giana. You're so good!'

After speaking, he coughed lightly and said reluctantly, "Giana, I can't accompany you anymore."

Many people were waiting for him, the protagonist, outside. I nodded.

After he left, I was about to rest for a while. Then I noticed a cell phone on the bed.

It must have been left behind by Easton.

I picked up the cell phone and went after him to give it back to him.

He walked so fast that I couldn't find him nearby.

Finally, I saw him embracing Alana on a deck.

I paused, and my heart was in pain. I couldn't catch my breath.

After hesitating for a while, I decided to approach them.

"Easton."

Seeing me coming, Alana hurriedly withdrew from Easton's embrace.

Easton frowned, looking somewhat displeased.

I tried my best to suppress my emotions, handed him the cell phone, and turned away.

Alana caught up with me in small steps. At a loss, she said gently, "Giana, it's not what you think..."

I impatiently shook off her hand holding my wrist.

"Ouch!"

A scream came from behind me.

When I turned around, Alana's body was halfway outside the railing.

I was shocked as I instinctively bent down to grab her. The tremendous force caused my whole body to lean forward.

"Splash."

Both of us fell into the water.

"Alana!"

Easton jumped into the sea without hesitation, and he swam towards Alana with all his strength.

I gradually lost strength. A large amount of seawater had been poured into my nasal cavity. My body sank heavily towards the depths of the sea.

I had a slight cold, and I could be discharged from the hospital early the next morning.

Upon entering the living room, I saw Easton wearing an apron and cooking pumpkin soup in the kitchen.

When he turned around and saw me, he was stunned for a moment. Then he said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."

I pursed my lips silently, staring at the boiling pumpkin soup in the pot.

Pumpkin soup was never my thing.

I instantly understood whom he was cooking for.

I looked away and asked, "I want to talk to you about something. Are you free tonight?"

Easton frowned slightly as if thinking about something. Then he replied after a while, "Yes."

I nodded and turned to go upstairs.

The night came.

I sat in the living room from seven p.m. until half past midnight, but Easton wasn't seen.

Just as I was about to go back to my room to go to bed, I heard a noise coming from the entrance.

Easton looked tired. He must have rushed back.

He said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

I looked up at him and said, 'It's good to have you back.'

I handed him the divorce agreement on the table as I spoke.

Easton took it over and frowned. From his face, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about.

"These days, I have been neglecting you, but I hope you can reconsider the divorce matter more carefully." His voice sounded magnetic.

"Look, he talks to me about our divorce in such a casual tone."

It was like how he usually got business done with his clients.

I suddenly felt a little dizzy. Smiling bitterly, I said, "Easton, you have always been ambiguous to me, making me feel exhausted."

Easton silently put the divorce agreement back on the table. Looking somewhat awkward, he opened his mouth several times. In the end, he didn't say a word.

I sat on the sofa in frustration, staring at him attentively.

It was so quiet in the living room.

It was Easton who broke the silence first.

"Giana, I can fulfill anything you want,' he said seriously and solemnly, "except for my love."

Hearing what he said, I was in so much pain.

"So what does everything between him and me mean?"

I was silent for a moment before saying lightly, "I want to work at your company."

Alana was at his company.

I couldn't be the only one who was sad.

"Okay." Easton agreed quickly. Then he looked at his watch and said, "I have something to do. I'll leave first."

Watching his departing figure, I suddenly felt sad.

I had been in love with him for six years.

It was at midnight.

Suddenly, I had a high fever. My whole body was burning.

In the heat, I felt someone touching my forehead with a slightly cool hand.

I half-opened my eyes and vaguely saw a white corner of clothing, murmuring, "Easton?"

The hand on my forehead trembled slightly.

"It's me."

I instantly became half awake, struggling to open my eyelids. Then I saw Easton's pale face.

"You have a fever," Easton said gently with great concern.

He got up. I reached out and grabbed his wrist.

I asked, "Where are you going?"

Holding mine, with a broad hand, he patiently comforted me and said, "I'm going to call the family doctor."

All the grievances that had been building up in my heart burst out at this moment. As tears rolled out of my eyes, I said, "Why do you always do this?

"One moment you're aloof and distant like a stranger. The next moment, you're caring for me so much.

"I beg you. If you don't like me, please don't give me any hope."

Easton helplessly wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Then he said with distress, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

"I like you. I like you more than anyone else in the world."

I cried until I was tired. My head started to ache. Soon I fell asleep again.

I feel much better when I wake up the next morning.

Looking around the empty room, I felt like what had happened last night was just a dream.

My throat was dry. I turned around to get some water to drink.

There was a bowl of hot mushroom soup on the table.

"Mushroom soup?"

The mushroom soup was my favorite.

I felt a little confused.

It turned out that what had happened last night was not a dream.

After I recovered from the illness, I started working at Easton's company.

He assigned me an easy job, placing me far away from his office.

Everyone in the company knew my identity and usually kept their distance from me.

As his assistant, Alana naturally spent every day with him.

I was bored, so I placed a chair by the window.

Every day, I could see them going to and from work together. What a happy couple.

In the blink of an eye, it was the birthday of Easton's father, Troy.

Easton went home and took me up to the mansion of his family.

We appeared as a loving couple.

Upon getting out of the car, I saw Alana waiting in front of the Lawson family's mansion.

From the moment Easton saw her, he had been gazing at her.

Troy's birthday banquet was grandly prepared. Many big shots from the business world attended.

Easton and I kept talking and toasting to them one by one in the crowd.

After a few drinks, I was a little dizzy.

After dealing with the distinguished guests, I walked alone to the terrace for some air to sober up.

Just as I exhaled, two familiar figures walked towards me.

It was Easton and Alana.

At the sight of me, they were slightly stunned. Then they walked straight towards me.

Alana took a step forward and held my hand, saying with great guilt, "Giana, we let you down."

Easton didn't say anything as he watched indifferently from the side.

"Easton, I finally found you." A male voice came from behind us.

Javion looked at the three of us somewhat awkwardly. He cautiously glanced at Easton, saying, "Giana."

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he was calling me or Alana.

I brushed off Alana's hand. Feeling unhappy in my heart, I said, "I'm going back first."

I turned around to leave. Javion caught up with me, anxiously saying, "Giana, let me walk you."

Easton, who had been silent, suddenly called out to him, "Javion."

Javion and I both turned around.

He asked, "Do you like her?"