Chapter 6

Jane had been with Nathan for years and knew he was truly enraged.

Before she could return to her room, his bodyguards dragged her to the hospital.

Claire was hemorrhaging, and though Jane's blood type didn't match, Nathan ordered her blood to be drawn.

Bag after bag of her blood was discarded into the trash.

By the end, Jane's vision blurred from blood loss, her consciousness fading.

Her last sight was Nathan through a glass door, clutching Claire's hand, his eyes red with worry. "Claire, you can't let anything happen to you because of me."

Jane had once experienced a similar moment.

When she first joined Nathan, they faced an ambush in the outskirts.

He took multiple knife wounds to protect her, while she only had a scratched shoulder. Yet he insisted on staying by her side, anxious as if her injury was grave.

When he grew delirious from blood loss, he still held her hand, murmuring, "Honey, you must be in so much pain. Don't be scared, I'm here with you."

Jane closed her eyes, tears seeping from the corners.

Nathan had once won her heart with his sincerity.

But in the end, he gave that sincerity to someone else.

She took a soft breath, her heart settling into calm resolve.

After tomorrow, when she escaped, she and Nathan would be nothing but enemies.

When she woke, Jane returned to the villa alone and packed the last of her belongings.

That night, Nathan came home after spending the day at the hospital with Claire.

He handed his suit jacket to a servant, holding a gift box, and asked, "Where's my wife?"

"She's in the guest room. She said she wants to see you."

Nathan started toward her room but paused. "Did she eat dinner?"

"She did, but only a little."

"Alright, have the kitchen prepare some snacks and send them to her room later."

After giving instructions, Nathan pushed open Jane's door.

She stood in a wine-red dress, gazing into a mirror, her figure graceful.

Nathan's breath caught. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "After all these years, my wife is still so beautiful."

Jane suppressed the nausea rising within her and didn't push him away. "Tomorrow's our anniversary. Remember?"

"Of course I do." Nathan opened the gift box, revealing a new white jade hairpin. "Your gift."

"I want to spend our anniversary at the Western Coast. You gave me a yacht last year." Jane stated her goal.

Nathan's eyes flickered with suspicion. "Why there all of a sudden?"

"You proposed to me there. I want to revisit it."

His doubts eased, and he agreed. "Alright, I'll arrange it."

The next day, as Jane boarded the yacht, she spotted Claire.

Claire sauntered over, smirking. "What's that? Didn't you say today was your anniversary with Nathan, and he wouldn't bring me? But all I had to do was pout, and he sent someone to pick me up."

Jane ignored Claire, calculating the meeting point she had arranged with Lucas last night.

Based on the yacht's speed, they'd reach it by evening.

Nathan approached, seeing them together, and explained to Jane. "Claire's never been on a yacht. She's just here to enjoy it."

"Got it," Jane replied, her eyes devoid of emotion.

Nathan studied her deeply, then turned to Claire, saying something that made her playfully swat his chest. "Your wife's right there, Nathan, you're so bad. I'll wait for you tonight."

Claire walked off with a shy smile.

"Honey," Nathan said, lifting a strand of Jane's hair. "Don't be upset. I'm yours right now."

"It's fine. Go be with her," Jane replied.

She sat quietly on the deck the entire time.

Nathan stayed by her side with surprising patience.

As the sun dipped, the orange glow merged with the distant coastline.

Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the calm.

Dozens of men in black suits swarmed the yacht, gunfire erupting in chaos.

"Nathan!" Claire screamed, a gun pressed to her head. "Save me and our baby! I don't want to die!"

Nathan, who had instinctively shielded Jane, abandoned her the moment he saw Claire captured. "Honey, stay here and don't move!"

He grabbed a gun from a bodyguard and aimed at Claire's captor. "Let her go."

"Well, well, Nathan Cross, abandoning your wife for this woman?" the man taunted.

Nathan glanced back, and his heart nearly stopped.

Jane was now held by another man in black, a gun to her head at the deck's edge.

He gritted his teeth, snarling, "What do you want?"

The man didn't answer. He kicked Claire's knees, forcing her down. "I'll count to three, and we'll shoot both women. You can only save one."

Claire knelt, trembling in fear. "Nathan, save me!"

"Three, two, one..."

Just before the trigger was pulled, Nathan lunged for Claire, who was closer.

Jane watched it all calmly.

As the gunshot rang out, she feigned a collapse, letting the man throw her into the sea.

The water swallowed her whole.

Lucas's team, ready in the chaos, pulled her to safety.

As they fitted her with diving gear, Jane removed her wedding ring and tossed it into the deep.