Saved His Darling, Lost Our Marriage

Synopsis

When Monica Ross and I fell into the sea together, my husband, James Carter, didn't even spare me a glance. The cruise ship's deck was ablaze with lights. The wind whipped the crowd's screams across the deck, and the water grabbed my dress and dragged me down. About six feet away, Monica was flailing in the water, crying out for James. "James, save me." The next second, I saw James, my husband of three years, without bothering to take off his suit jacket, dive straight into the water and swim toward her. He didn't hesitate. He didn't look back. He didn't even ask if I'd make it out alive. The water flooded my chest, making it burn, and all I could hear were screams and camera shutters snapping. Someone leaned over the railing and shouted, "Mr. Carter is saving Ms. Ross. He went for his first love." Others held their phones, streaming it live, totally hyped. "Oh my god, Mrs. Carter fell in too. Why did Mr. Carter save Ms. Ross first?" "Come on, isn't it obvious? You can tell who he cares about at a glance." "Olivia's badly humiliated this time." Icy water surged over my nose. I struggled desperately as my hands hit the empty surface. I didn't know how to swim. Three years ago, James told me something. He said, "Olivia, as long as you're with me, I'll never let anything happen to you." Thinking about it, I found it ridiculous. As I was about to lose the last bit of strength, someone yanked me hard from the side.