Chapter 7

Frost looked at the ambitious woman in front of her. For some reason, she thought about five years ago. Back then, she was just as confident and just as sure that she could conquer the world. She would've never imagined that all her pride, all her certainty, would drown in the sea. "I'm divorcing him soon. If you want to replace me, fight him, not me. Oh, and one more thing—I value my life. You nearly killed me today. "I don't have evidence this time, but one day, I'll make sure you pay for it." Before Melanie could answer, Frost shut the door and collapsed onto the bed, falling into an exhausted sleep. … When she finally woke up the next day, it was already noon. Opening the door, she saw Peter leaning against the wall outside. His expression was dark and brooding, with that familiar shadow always clouding his gaze. "I'll stay with you today," he said. Frost slammed the door right in his face. … She ordered room service and took her time to savor every bite. When she finally stepped out, he was still there. Frost pretended not to see him and called her bodyguards. Together, they headed out for a hike along the coastal cliffs. She didn't rush. Instead, she walked leisurely and took plenty of stops every now and then. Peter followed behind at a careful distance. And beside him, as always, was Melanie. When they reached a rest area at the edge of a cliff, Melanie approached Frost and opened her palm. "He wears this watch every day. It was a gift from Tara, wasn't it?" Frost gave it a glance and said nothing. It was a cheap, well-worn watch. Its quality was nowhere near what matched Peter's status. Over the years, she had bought him countless watches—rare collector's editions and brand-new limited releases. Her taste had always been impeccable. However, for five whole years, he'd never once taken off that shabby little watch. Not for meetings, not for events, not even in the highest-end business settings. "So, it was from her." Melanie's eyes flickered with a strange look. Then, suddenly, she dropped to her knees and grabbed at Frost's clothes, waving her hands dramatically. "Ms. Quinn! That's Pete's most precious watch! You said you wanted to see it, so I borrowed it when he washed his hands. You can't just throw it! Please, I'm begging you!" "Frost!" Peter's voice came from behind, breathless and panicked. "Don't touch it!" Melanie's arm swung upward, and the watch slipped from her grasp, tumbling over the cliff edge into the sea below. A shadow dove after it in the next instant. Frost stood frozen, staring as his figure grew smaller and smaller against the drop. She murmured, "He… He really loves her that much?" Only professional divers ever jumped from that height—a height of 25 meters. He had no experience, and he did it for a worthless watch that Tara had given him. Frost pressed her hand to her forehead, looking at Melanie's ashen face. She couldn't stop herself and slapped Melanie hard across the face. "You are such an idiot! From this height, the surface of the water is as hard as concrete. You think your cushy little life is worth that risk?" She pulled out her phone and called for rescue. The heavens must have pitied Peter. Compared to those who hit the water at that height and died instantly—skulls shattered, faces torn open—he was lucky to be alive. Frost sat outside the emergency room for six long hours, signing one critical consent form after another. Beside her sat another woman—a wife waiting for her husband. The husband had run through a burning building to save her, suffering third-degree burns over 70% of his body. Maybe out of shared fear, the woman tried to comfort her. "He'll make it. He has to…" Frost didn't answer. She felt nothing. Her husband had nearly killed himself for another woman's trinket, leaving no room for pain. Her marriage, right up to its last breath, was nothing but tragic—and she was used to it. Peter had broken ribs and remained unconscious for two days. … When he finally woke, Frost met with the doctor, then went to see him in the ward. She'd barely stepped through the door when several burly men grabbed her, pinning down her arms and legs.