In recent years, there had been more focus on drowning prevention, so I had read a lot about it. Even if I couldn't swim, if I stayed calm and didn't thrash after falling into the water, my chance of survival was much higher.
Good luck to me. I kept leaning back, keeping my face above the water so I could breathe. There was hope.
It didn't matter if Milo saved Dakota first, as long as he still came back for me.
Milo brought Dakota to shore, and he did seem ready to go back into the water for me. But Dakota suddenly clung to him. "I'm scared, I'm so scared."
"I thought when Alia privately asked me to invite her to ride the jet ski, it was just to use her old trick to make me leave the company. I didn't expect she wanted my life."
Milo frowned. "That's not possible. She's been unreasonable lately, but usually she wouldn't even dare kill a fish. Calm down, I'll go save her."
"Milo, it was the driver who pushed me into the water. I can't swim; by common sense, you should have saved me first. But I was farther from shore, and by the time you came for me, I would have drowned."
"My instincts are always right. Look, the two drivers have already run off. This was clearly on purpose. It's murder."
Dakota pointed at me. "Look, she can swim. Think about it, didn't she thrash on purpose earlier to get your attention so you'd save her first?"
Milo's face grew colder. When I first fell in, I had panicked, thrashing and shouting for help. But once I calmed down, I didn't dare move.
"Vicious woman," Milo said coldly. "Swim over here and apologize to Dakota."
His voice was colder than the seawater. I didn't know exactly what was happening on shore, but his words made it clear that he wasn't going to save me. I might really drown here.
The water was freezing, and my legs cramped.
Because of the cramp, I choked on a mouthful of water, and things quickly got worse. I struggled helplessly, swallowing more and more water.
“Help… help…”
"Milo, save me…"
"Keep acting. I want to see how long you can keep it up." Milo's voice came from far away, and I could barely hear it.
With my struggles, my stomach began to hurt, and I panicked even more.
Maybe seeing me like that, and remembering we had once been husband and wife, Milo frowned. "A life is at stake, whether she's acting or not. Get her out first. I'll make her apologize to you later."