The CEO's Disgraced Husband Is the Sea God's Commander

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Dante took out his phone. The screen flashed with a bright red storm warning. He completely ignored the two people behind him, rushed into the control cabin, and gripped the wheel hard, trying his best to steer the yacht back to a safe harbor.

The wild wind and rain hit the sea like heavy hammers. The yacht tilted hard.

Through the glass door, he saw Ginevra holding the edge of the sofa, handing a glass of water to Luca and saying a few quiet words to calm him down.

Dante let out a bitter, cold laugh in his heart. A proposal? What a complete joke. If he made it back alive today, the first thing he would do was throw the divorce papers in her face.

"Do you even know how to drive this boat?" Ginevra's voice came through the wind and rain, still full of that high-and-mighty blame. "The boat is shaking this much. Are you doing it on purpose to scare Luca, just to satisfy your little need for revenge?"

"I'm fine, Ginevra." Luca sat on the sofa, frowning a little, his voice low. "The waves are just too big. My chest feels tight. Dante is probably just in a hurry to get back. Don't blame him."

"He's just not skilled." Ginevra gave a cold snort.

Suddenly, a huge wave slammed hard into the side of the yacht.

The yacht tipped violently! Dante's foot slipped. His forehead smashed into the sharp metal corner of the control panel. Blood burst out at once and covered his left eye.

"Ginevra!" Dante struggled to hold onto the panel, his vision blurry. "Help me steady the wheel! The boat is going to flip!"

Ginevra didn't even look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor—Luca had fallen off the sofa in the tip and was holding his ankle.

"Did you hurt your foot?" Ginevra hurried over to him, clear tension in her voice.

Luca clenched his teeth. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his voice still held a forced toughness:

"It's fine. Maybe I just twisted it. Ginevra, you should go check on Dante first. He seems to be bleeding."

This "generous" reminder only made Ginevra's disgust toward Dante stronger. She helped Luca stand up and turned to look at the control cabin. There was no wild anger on her face, only a cold, high-and-mighty disappointment:

"Dante, have you put on enough of a show? Luca hurt his ankle and didn't even make a sound. You just bumped your thick skin and now you're shouting to get attention? Do you think a little blood can cover up how useless you are at even driving a boat?"

"I hit solid metal!" Dante pointed at his bleeding forehead. "Come help!"

"Stop with that pitiful look." Ginevra supported Luca toward the stairs, her tone flat and cutting. "I'm taking him to the lower lifeboat cabin now. I won't let you keep tormenting him in any way."

Luca leaned on her. As they passed the control cabin, his eyes flicked quickly toward Dante. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Ginevra took Luca down the stairs. A few minutes later, the sound of a lifeboat hitting the water came from outside.

She came back up to the upper deck and looked down at Dante in the control cabin:

"Listen. The other lifeboat's latch is broken. It won't go down. This one can only hold two people. You've had military training and you're in good shape, so you have the best chance of surviving on the main boat. Give this lifeboat to Luca."

"You're leaving me alone on a sinking ship?" Dante lifted his blood-covered face.

"This is the most reasonable arrangement right now." Ginevra's eyes looked like she was weighing the value of two items. "Once we reach shore, I'll notify the maritime authorities. Stop acting like a child who never grew up, arguing over who gets more or less. Accept reality."

She paused. Her eyes landed on the front of Dante's jacket, as if she suddenly remembered something. She stepped forward, reached into the inner pocket, and pulled out the expensive velvet ring box.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll hold onto the diamond ring for now." Ginevra quickly put the box into her waterproof pocket. "If the boat really sinks, we can't lose this too."

Dante looked at her with a cold, dead silence. He said nothing.

Ginevra was stung by that still-water look. Her brow furrowed slightly. She suddenly raised her left hand, pulled off the antique wedding ring Dante had given her a year ago, and tossed it onto the wet deck.

"Take your thing back." Her voice was full of clear disgust. "This old ring is annoying to wear anyway."

She turned, climbed down the ladder, and jumped into the lifeboat.

Dante stood alone in the dark control cabin. Blood slid down his pale face. He watched the small boat disappear into the dark, wild sea.

The last bit of warmth left in his chest went completely cold.