Drowning in the Name of Love

The yacht I'm steering crashes into a huge wave, scaring my husband's junior, who has a heart condition.

So, my husband orders someone to tie me up and dangle me in the ocean by a rope. He even tells the captain to head straight into the waves.

"You know Wren has a heart condition, yet you still scared her! How can you be so evil?"

I beg him to let me go and tell him that I was following a charted path; I didn't mean for anything to happen.

However, he just mocks me. "You've been a yacht driver for so long. Haven't you experienced anything like this before? I'll make you go through what Wren did! Let's see whether you'll pull this again!"

After a day and night of this torment, he relents and decides to pull me back up. It's too bad he doesn't know that the waves have already torn me to shreds.

"How's Sierra holding up? Is she still unwilling to apologize to Wren?"

The bodyguard, Pete Barclay, froze.

"Mr. Shaw, Ms. Lane has been hung outside the yacht for almost a day and night," he replied tentatively. "Should we let her go—"

Zachary Shaw snorted. Grabbing a wine glass from the table, he hurled it toward Pete and snarled, "Let her go? Then who's going to pay for the vile things she'd done?

"Wren is sick again because of Sierra's jealousy. How is she going to pay for that?"

Blood trickled from the fresh wound on Pete's forehead.

"Wait." Zachary faltered.

Staring at the incoming waves, he ordered, "Tell the captain to steer the yacht straight into that wave, and let Sierra know that this is the last one. If she makes it through, I'll pull her up and let her rest for a while."

Pete shuddered at the sight of the monstrous wave ahead.

In the instant the yacht slammed into the wave, the entire vessel shook violently. Even Zachary had to grip his chair to keep his balance.

Once the waters finally calmed, the yacht settled into a steady rhythm.

Wren Olsen padded out of the room, her white shirt buttoned haphazardly.

"Zach, what just happened?"

Zachary's face lit up with joy. "Wren, are you alright? Why didn't you rest a little longer?"

She shook her head, gently looping her arm around his. "It's fine. I feel much better now."

He didn't pull away. The two of them stood there, leaning against each other.

As if suddenly remembering something, Wren hastily asked, "Zach, where's Sierra? She's nowhere to be seen. I must've scared her when I fainted. I need to apologize to her!"

Apologize? Her façade made me sick.

I was already dead. How on earth was she going to apologize to me?

The collision between the crashing waves and the yacht tore my body apart, and even the sea creatures had been drawn by the scent of blood, feasting on my remains.

Blood from my scraped wrists was smeared across the yacht's