Diving into Love and Danger

Two years ago, my entire family boarded a luxury cruise ship for an ocean getaway, only to be ambushed by abductors.

My parents and younger brother were all murdered. Meanwhile, I leaped into the sea, fighting for my life.

Nigel Heath was the one who saved me from the water.

Before my family's bodies were even recovered, my relatives rushed in, trying to seize control of the company. Again, it was Nigel who helped me hold onto everything.

He stood by me, supported me, and eventually proposed to me.

I agreed with tears in my eyes.

Two years have passed since we got married. One day, I catch Nigel fooling around with the housekeeper he's hired for a high sum.

"When are you going to make me your wife, Nigel? When can I enter your room without having to sneak around?"

He kisses her and laughs. "Running out of patience?"

She complains, "Her company's almost yours, so what are you waiting for? Aren't you worried you'll lose everything when she finds out you killed her parents?"

He immediately grips her neck tightly, his gaze turning frosty as he growls, "She won't know as long as you keep your mouth shut. Her father killed mine, so I'm going to keep her by my side forever and torment her for life.

"I'll give you what you want once she transfers the final patent to me. Step a toe out of line, and you're getting nothing."

I stand outside the door as tears silently stream down my face.

My husband killed my parents and is even plotting to steal the company they established! The murderer has been by my side this whole time!

My parents and brother died so horribly. How can I let Nigel get what he wants?

"I promise I'll be good."

In the master bedroom, Ruthie Wall gazed at Nigel Heath with teary eyes.

Pleased by her attitude, Nigel released his grip.

Ruthie clung to him again. "Nigel, let's continue. I want to give you a child."

"Jenna takes the medicine you give her every day, so there's no way she can have children now. But with a business empire as big as yours, how can you not have an heir?"

My eyes widened, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my hands turned red.

In the two years we've been married, I had never gotten pregnant once. I had believed it was due to my weak health, but it turned out Nigel had been tampering with my medication all along.

The vulgar noises from the room grew louder.

My heart twisted in agony.

I turned away, but the sounds of their pleasure still seeped through the door, filling me with grief and rage.

After being rescued from the sea, I was left with a lingering illness that required me to take medicine every day to recover.

Each day, Nigel would prepare my medicine and bring it to me, watching as I took it.

Ruthie, the housekeeper, was someone he had insisted on hiring. She was young, beautiful, and highly educated. I had once wondered why she'd ever choose to be a housekeeper, but Nigel claimed that someone of her caliber could take better care of me, so he hired her.

I thought he was being protective and caring, but in reality, he had betrayed me and sought to harm me all along.

I staggered toward the staircase. Blinded by fury and sorrow, I didn't notice the steps beneath me and tripped.

"Who's there?"

Hearing the noise, Nigel quickly came out of the master bedroom. When he saw it was me, he hurried downstairs.

"Jenna, are you alright?" He anxiously pulled me into his arms, then shouted upstairs. "Ruthie, come quick! And bring Jenna's medicine over."

Ruthie brought my medicine over, then stood aside as Nigel tended to the injury on my leg.

Ruthie was wearing a loose-fitting robe and said to me, "Mrs. Heath, why are you back so suddenly? Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip?"

I glanced at the red marks on her otherwise pristine neck, then at Nigel's unbuttoned shirt collar, and laughed bitterly to myself.

How oblivious had I been before?

If I had paid even a little more attention to them, I would have discovered their relationship much sooner.

Ignoring Ruthie's question, I asked instead, "The robe you're wearing—it's mine, isn't it?"

Expressionless, I continued, "Why are you wearing my robe, and why did you just come out of the master bedroom?"