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

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The icy waves beat against the beach. Ginevra struggled to help Luca out of the orange lifeboat and took out her waterproof phone.

"I have to contact maritime rescue right away." She swiped open the screen, a trace of urgency in her voice. "Dante is still on that boat."

Beside her, Luca's body swayed. He leaned against the wet rocks. He did not cry out. He only pressed his fingers against his chest. His face quickly turned pale, and his breathing became fast and heavy,

"Ginevra... sorry." His voice was low and hoarse, his eyes a little unfocused. "I... can't seem to catch my breath. I was in the water too long. My heart..."

Ginevra's hand stopped. She looked at Luca's pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead. The finger that had been about to dial hung in the air.

"Luca? Is your heart acting up?"

"I'm fine..." Luca forced out a weak smile, his voice very faint. "You call and save Dante first... Don't worry about me. I can hold on."

The more he spoke like this, the more the balance in Ginevra's heart tipped toward him. In her view, Dante had military training and a strong body. Staying on the boat a little longer would not kill him right away. But Luca, in his current state, could collapse at any moment.

"Don't talk." She barely hesitated and directly called the private hospital's emergency line. "This is Ginevra. Immediately arrange a heart specialist to wait in the emergency room. I'll be there in ten minutes."

After hanging up, she carefully helped Luca into the roadside pickup car. When the door closed, she only gave a quick glance at the dark sea in the distance, then looked away.

...

In the deep sea.

Dante was sinking. Freezing seawater poured into his throat, wildly draining the last bit of air from his lungs.

His consciousness was peeling away piece by piece.

Is this how it ends? He let out a dry, bitter laugh in his heart. Dying on the yacht I emptied my savings to rent. Dying at the hands of the wife I loved for three full years.

The last string of bubbles drifted from his lips and rose toward the black surface. His eyes slowly closed. His limbs went limp like scrap iron, letting the current push him toward the abyss ten thousand meters deep.

Yet in the second before his heart completely stopped—

A golden crack suddenly split open in the pitch-black seabed.

That light did not come from the surface. It rose from the very bottom of the ten-thousand-meter abyss, as if an ancient god who had slept for tens of millions of years was slowly opening its giant eye.

The golden light turned into countless surging golden veins and instantly cut through the cold black seawater. The light did not scatter or refract. With absolute dominance, it split the black ocean in two.

An indescribable, vast power instantly wrapped around Dante's stiff body!

The next moment, the cold disappeared. The feeling of suffocation disappeared.

Dante's eyes snapped open. He gasped heavily for air! Fresh, pure air carrying the ancient scent of sulfur and lava flooded his lungs at once!

"Cough! Cough cough!"

He collapsed onto the ground and instinctively touched his neck and forehead. No water. No blood. His clothes were even dry, as if they had never touched the sea. The place where his skull had been smashed open now showed only intact skin.

"Where... is this..."

His voice echoed in the impossibly empty space, layer upon layer, like the whisper of a god.

Dante slowly stood up and was completely stunned by the scene before him.

He stood on a vast floor of black obsidian. Beneath the ground, golden streams of light pulsed slowly like blood vessels, perfectly matching the rhythm of his heartbeat.

All around him rose dozens of giant god statues, each a hundred meters tall.

The statues were carved from an unknown dark-gold strange stone. Some wore heavy armor of stars and held giant swords that could split the earth's crust. Some had blurred faces and were surrounded by never-ending thunder. Some grew six divine arms, with destructive runes floating in their palms. The pressure given off by each statue was enough to make any mortal drop to their knees in worship.

Above the statues, the dome was a boundless cosmic starry sky. Violet nebulae and liquid-silver stars slowly turned overhead, forming an ancient star map never recorded in human astronomy.

Dante forced down the trembling deep in his soul and walked step by step toward the nearest statue.

It was a war god statue holding a sword in one hand and standing on countless withered bones. Every line of the statue spoke of extreme slaughter, control, and absolute conquest.

On the base of the statue, a line carved in ancient divine language—yet instantly understandable to him—glowed with brilliant golden divine light:

[Mars · Lord of War and Conquest]

[Master of the Spear of War, Destroyer of Falsehood, Undefeated Across a Hundred Thousand Divine Realms]