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After giving birth to our baby, he cruelly ended both our lives by drowning us.

"She was the one I cherished most. I couldn't bring myself to harm her, yet you had the audacity to take her life! Don't you enjoy taking Michelle to observe sharks? I'll make sure you get your fill in the ocean!" Zayn bellowed, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

Being the child's father and my spouse, he managed to pass it off as an accident and evade punishment.

This instance, I simply wanted to keep my distance from him and Michelle to avoid a tragic fate. However, he merely glanced at the bleeding gash on my arm and tossed me a makeshift bandage.

"Marie, you're incomprehensible to me. You're envious of Michelle and I don't care about you! Now you're willing to harm yourself in an attempt to hurt Michelle?"

In the ocean's depths, the tiger shark's razor-sharp teeth were mere centimeters from my face, causing my entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

The shark, losing patience, suddenly bit the metal cage and shook it violently. Michelle, terrified, began to sob. I lost my grip on the railing and slammed hard against the opposite side, my back searing with pain.

Michelle's broken voice came through the headset, "Zayn, if we perish here today, I'll be content to be buried at sea with you..."

Zayn's voice cracked, "I won't let you die. Even if I fall here, I'll ensure you make it out..."

Zayn seized one of my arms and thrust me towards the iron cage. The tiger shark indeed stopped attacking me, but took a swift bite before releasing me, apparently displeased with the taste.

As the teeth sank into my arm, my skin and muscle were instantly torn, and agony shot through my body. I couldn't stop my tears and nearly lost my breathing apparatus.

Zayn held Michelle tightly, using his body as a shield to protect her.

"You need to fix the mess you've created! Quickly stop your blood from flowing!"

Though Zayn's diving mask obscured most of his face, I could almost see the disgust in his eyes. But he forgot that I no longer had both hands free to apply the tourniquet.

Finally, other rescue team members arrived with tranquilizer guns aimed at the shark.

Michelle's oxygen levels were critically low due to her inability to regulate her breathing, and her tank kept sounding alarms.

"Zayn, Marie can ascend the fastest..."

Without hesitation, Zayn swam towards me, removed my oxygen tank, and attached it to Michelle as I looked on pleadingly.

His cold voice reached my ears, "Marie, this is what you deserve. You're a strong swimmer, hold your breath and surface first. I'll deal with you once we're up!"

With that, he grabbed Michelle and swam upwards without a backward glance at me.

The rescue team member beside me also seemed to blame me for the incident. He swam towards me impatiently and quickly brought me to shore. No one paid attention to my critical condition.

Once on land, my body broke out in itchy, red rashes – a sign of decompression sickness. The shark bites on my arms and my bruised abdomen were so painful I couldn't even call for help.

My awareness began to fade. By the time the ambulance arrived, I couldn't shed a single tear. They had all been spent in the depths of the sea.

Zayn, his eyes red, grabbed the doctor and demanded, "Treat Michelle first!"

The doctor shook off his grip, saying, "I understand your concern, but she has no severe injuries and can wait for the next ambulance! This woman clearly needs more urgent care!"

The doctor pointed at me, lying in a pool of blood nearby.

Zayn clutched the doctor's stretcher, refusing to let go. He pointed at me with his other hand and said, "The one lying there is my wife, but she caused this accident. I insist the hospital treat the victim first. I'll take responsibility for any consequences of delaying treatment for my wife."