"Mr. Hawthorne, are you ready to sign?" Adrian Hawthorne stared blankly at the grand, echoing hall of City Hall. The clerk's impatient voice finally pierced the fog in his mind, and the reality of the situation crashed down on him. He was reborn. And not just reborn—reborn on the very day he was supposed to marry Ella Sterling. He vividly remembered the last time, a lifetime ago. Joy had been a frantic pulse in his veins, waking him at dawn, compelling him to drag an impassive Ella here, impatient and eager, to be first in line. But now, his fingers traced the edges of the marriage certificate, his face a mask devoid of any happiness. The Sterlings were the premier family of New York City, a dynasty built on iron-clad rules and suffocating etiquette. As the heiress, Ella needed a husband who would be her unshakable support—a man who was gentle, devoted, and willing to orbit entirely around her and the Sterling empire, a man who would handle her every worry so she wouldn't have to. So, in his previous life, to be that perfect husband, he had thrown it all away. He abandoned his career, his ambitions, his very self. He resigned from his post, managed the household, and sacrificed his entire existence for her. He hadn't even reached fifty before the years of thankless toil had left him riddled with illness. It was during those last, agonizing days, confined to his bed, that he found the love letters she had written to his younger brother, Leo. “You are a free bird, meant to soar in the endless blue sky. Because I love you, I could never bear to see you caged.” “Your brother bears a striking resemblance to you. Every time I look at his face, I can numb myself and pretend it’s you I’m spending my life with. I'll let him handle the children, the elders, the household chores. I only want you to be happy, free, and to live every day in brilliant splendor.” In that single, soul-crushing moment, he understood. Ella, the woman he had grown old with, had been in love with his brother, Leo Hawthorne, all along. Marrying him had been nothing more than a calculated means to an end. The truth shattered him. When his son found out, he rushed home not with comfort, but with a face alight with glee, eagerly pleading with him from his bedside. "Dad, since Mom's always been in love with Uncle Leo, you should just divorce her already." "You've never been his equal, not for a single day. Uncle Leo is a diplomat, a man of the world, and you... you're just a stay-at-home husband. You're not worthy of her. You've kept the family running smoothly all these years, so Uncle Leo never had to worry about a thing. Now they can finally be together. Why don't you just let go and give them your blessing?" The rage and despair were a final, fatal blow. His world went black. When he opened his eyes again, he was here. Back at City Hall, on this very day. Love yourself before you love anyone else. This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake. Just as he was about to speak, the phone in Ella's clutch rang. It was Leo. The name on the screen transformed her icy expression into one of sudden, melting tenderness. She stepped away to take the call. He couldn't hear what was said, but a minute later, she walked back, her tone clipped and businesslike. "Adrian, your brother sprained his ankle. As his future sister-in-law, I should go check on him. You can sign the papers and head home by yourself." She didn't wait for a reply, already striding toward the exit. Her assistant scurried after her. "Ms. Sterling, the board meeting is about to start! That contract is worth billions, you can't—" "Cancel it." With that, Ella floored the accelerator, and her car vanished into the stream of city traffic. Watching her disappear without a backward glance, Adrian felt only a chilling sorrow and a sharp, cutting irony. In his past life, his eyes and heart had been filled with nothing but Ella. He never knew that her eyes and heart had been filled with nothing but Leo. How had he been so blind to such an obvious devotion? He had wasted his entire life. At the counter, the clerk tapped on the glass partition. "Mr. Hawthorne, are you going to sign this or not?" A faint smile touched Adrian's lips, but it never reached his eyes. "I am." He picked up the pen. On the application form, where the groom’s name should be, he deliberately, stroke by stroke, wrote three words: Leo Hawthorne. Then, he took the family registry and handed over the page belonging to his brother. Ella, you love him so much. Then I'll grant you your wish. Walking out of City Hall, he glanced at the marriage certificate in his hand and a genuine, sharp smirk tugged at his lips. Bride: Ella Sterling. Groom: Leo Hawthorne. He wondered what expression Ella would wear when she finally saw these documents. Just as he tucked the certificate into his briefcase, his phone buzzed. He answered, and the regret-tinged voice of his Director at the State Department came through the line. "Adrian, my boy, are you absolutely certain about resigning? The people in this department are one in a million, and you're one of the brightest I've ever seen. Your potential is limitless. We have an overseas post opening up, and I was planning on giving it to you, but then you hand me your resignation." "I know family is important to you, but I just have to say..." Before the Director could finish, Adrian's voice cut through, firm and clear. "Director, my apologies. I was foolish before. I'm not resigning. I'll take the overseas post." In his last life, the moment he resigned, that very same overseas assignment had been handed to Leo. He had naively believed that sacrificing his dreams for love would earn him Ella's devotion in return. Instead, he was imprisoned in the Sterling mansion for the rest of his days, his talent and spirit withering like a flower cut from its stem. Meanwhile, Leo, stationed abroad, had become a star, an icon for students and a source of national pride. This life, he would not be shackled by love. He would not sacrifice himself for Ella Sterling again. From this day forward, he would live for himself. He would live his own brilliant life. The Director on the other end of the line was stunned into silence for a moment, then his voice erupted with excitement and joy. "Excellent! That's just excellent! I'll submit your name immediately. Adrian, you can take a few days off. Prepare yourself at home. You'll be departing in two weeks." Adrian paused. Two weeks? That was the day of his... no. It was the day of Leo and Ella's wedding. He smiled. "Understood." Then he hung up. With those two monumental tasks completed, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. He hailed a cab and headed for the Sterling residence. Outside the gates of the Sterling mansion, Adrian keyed in the code. As the door swung open, a concerned voice drifted from inside. "Sera, are you sure it was okay to leave my brother at City Hall all alone for me? That doesn't seem right..." Ella was kneeling, gently massaging Leo’s ankle. Her usually cold voice was laced with a tenderness Adrian had never heard directed at him. "Don't be silly. Your brother is always so understanding. He won't be angry over something so small. That's precisely why I agreed to marry him." Standing in the doorway, Adrian let out a bitter, silent laugh. Understanding? Oh, yes. He was incredibly understanding. So understanding that this time, he'd arranged for her to marry the man she truly loved. He walked in without a word. Hearing his footsteps, Ella quickly withdrew her hands and stood up. She placed a tube of ointment on the coffee table. "You're back," she said, her voice a flat statement. "Leo twisted his ankle, so I was helping him with it. He's having trouble walking, so he'll be staying with us for a few days." Adrian offered a placid smile. "Of course. I understand. Given your new relationship, that's the least you could do. And as for him staying here, it's perfectly appropriate." The words sounded right, but they hung in the air with a strange, double-edged meaning. Before she could probe further, Leo grinned and slung an arm over Adrian’s shoulder. "Thanks for having me, bro. I even brought you a gift from my trip." He brandished a designer shopping bag. "No offense, but you're still young. Why do you always dress like an old man? I got you some stuff from Europe." Adrian glanced down at his own attire—a simple, tailored black and white suit. It wasn't flashy, but it was respectable, perfectly suited for his role as the son-in-law of the Sterling family. He was young, too. He used to love vibrant colors. But for the sake of a "respectable" image in his past life, he had let his youth fade to gray. Seeing Adrian's downcast gaze, Leo assumed his words had hit their mark, and the smile on his face widened. "Go on, bro, try them on. You can wear them to work tomorrow." This time, before Adrian could respond, Ella spoke up. "Leo, Adrian has already resigned. He'll be a stay-at-home husband from now on. Those clothes aren't suitable for him. They'd look better on you. You should keep them." At her words, Leo's eyes lit up. "Bro, you really quit?" The undisguised triumph and excitement in his voice caught Adrian off guard for a second. He knew exactly why Leo was so thrilled. In their past life, they had attended the same university, majored in the same subject, and even joined the State Department together. Yet Adrian had always managed to outperform him, to be one step ahead. Now that he had voluntarily stepped down, how could Leo not be ecstatic? Adrian said nothing, his silence allowing their assumptions to fester. Leo took his silence as confirmation and couldn't contain his joy. A grin spread across his face as he tugged on Ella's sleeve. "We've been talking for a while, Sera. I'm getting hungry. When's dinner?" Ella immediately turned to Adrian. "It's getting late. You should start cooking. And remember, Leo doesn't eat onions or cilantro, so make sure not to add any." It was a command spoken from habit, one Adrian had heard countless times before. But this was the first time it sounded so grating. In the past, he would have been in the kitchen before she even finished her sentence. But slaving away over a hot stove was predicated on one thing: his love for her. Now that his love was dead, his willingness to serve her had died with it. He looked up at the woman before him. "I'm not feeling well. Have one of the maids do it." Ella's brow furrowed slightly. "Adrian, you know I can only eat your cooking." Habit. A bitter taste filled Adrian's mouth. Yes, a habit he had painstakingly created. After learning about her frequent stomachaches and picky eating, he had spent countless hours researching recipes and mastering dishes that were gentle on her stomach. He had cured her ailment, but in doing so, had made her palate so discerning that even Michelin-starred chefs couldn't satisfy her. She only wanted his food. He forced a thin smile. "You should get used to it. What if I'm not around someday?" She didn't grasp his meaning. "Not around? Where would you be going?" Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Leo stepped in to play peacemaker. "Hey, how about I cook?" "No!" Ella's rejection was instantaneous and sharp. "A man of your standing shouldn't be in the kitchen. How could you be around all that grease and smoke?" Leo looked momentarily taken aback by her fierce protectiveness, then a smug smile played on his lips. Adrian, however, could only offer a grimace. Ignoring their tender moment, he threw a final sentence over his shoulder as he headed to his room. "Well, I'm not doing it." The evening ended with Ella taking Leo out to a fancy restaurant. She seemed not to have noticed his strange behavior, or perhaps she just didn't care. After all, she was utterly convinced of his undying love, certain he would never leave her. She probably assumed he was just sulking because she'd abandoned him at City Hall. So, the next day, in a rare gesture, she cleared her schedule to take him for his wedding suit fitting. The entire floor of the haute couture salon had been cleared for them. Twenty bespoke, handcrafted suits hung on gilded racks. When the curtain of the fitting room was drawn back, Adrian stood bathed in the glow of a crystal chandelier. He wore a stunning, ink-black, peak-lapel three-piece suit. Silver thread embroidered a delicate vine that crept from his shoulder to his waist, and a rose crafted from deep red jewels bloomed over his heart. The boutique staff gasped in awe. Standing to the side, a flicker of envy, swift and sharp, crossed Leo’s eyes. He stepped forward, circling Adrian. "Wow, bro, that suit is incredible. I almost want to try it on myself." Adrian looked at him, a slow smile spreading across his face. "If you want to, then you should." The staff, knowing it was bad luck for someone else to try on the groom's suit, tried to intervene. But Adrian was insistent, his gaze fixed not on them, but on Ella. When he had first emerged in the suit, her expression had been placid, unmoved. But now, at the prospect of Leo trying it on, a flicker of light entered her cool eyes. A deep, unspoken longing. He understood. In her heart, she was marrying the wrong man, but she desperately wanted to see the man she loved dressed as a groom. The curtain was drawn again. When it reopened, Leo stood there, wearing the exact same suit. "Bro, this suit is amazing, but it just doesn't look right on me." He stood before the mirror, complaining that it was a bit too large, that it didn't fit him properly. Adrian just smiled. He turned to the head tailor. "Please alter this suit. To his measurements." The statement stunned everyone. Not just Leo, but even Ella, whose gaze had been glued to his brother, finally snapped back to reality. "What do you mean by that?" Adrian's smile was infuriatingly calm. "Nothing. The wedding is still a few days away. I was thinking of losing a little weight." He was lying. Thanks to his little switch at City Hall, the groom on the marriage certificate was now Leo. This wedding, therefore, was Leo's. And the suit, naturally, had to be tailored for him. Later, when they were choosing the rings, Adrian bypassed the display and handed a massive, ten-carat diamond ring directly to Leo. "Try this on." He showed no interest in what he himself liked, only asking Leo for his opinion. Once he saw that Leo loved it and that the size was right, he ordered that one. It was the same story with the shoes. This string of bizarre actions finally made Ella realize something was deeply wrong. As they left the shopping center, she was about to confront him, but Leo tugged on her sleeve. "Sera, I'm craving some mango ice cream." As always, Leo's needs took precedence. Ella swallowed her questions and turned to go. She returned moments later with two mango-flavored ice cream cones. When she offered one to Adrian, he didn't take it. "I'm allergic to mango." A flash of embarrassment crossed Ella's face. "I'm sorry. I'll go get you another one." As her back receded into the crowd, Leo held up his ice cream, his expression a mask of smug triumph. "You've known all along, haven't you, bro? That I'm the one she's always loved. Why else would she remember my favorite flavor but forget you're deathly allergic?" The taunt landed, but Adrian's face remained a placid lake. This lack of reaction clearly irritated Leo. He stepped closer, his voice turning venomous. "I could never beat you at anything, my entire life. But this? In this, I've won. Completely." He leaned in, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tell me, Adrian. How does it feel? To know the woman you've loved for so long only has eyes for me? I'm ecstatic. You've always been the one on top, but now, finally, I get to watch you suffer." A twisted, poisonous smile spread across Leo's face, a serpent's grin that sent a shiver of dread down Adrian's spine. Before he could react, Leo gave him a violent shove. The world tilted. Sky and ground swapped places. Adrian's body felt weightless as he plunged backward down the stone steps. In a desperate, reflexive move, he shot his hand out and grabbed onto Leo. THUD. CRACK. Two heavy impacts echoed as they both tumbled down the stairs. Adrian felt as if every bone in his body had been rattled loose. As he tried to push himself up, a violent, cramping pain exploded in his lower abdomen. A warm gush of fluid spread beneath him. He looked down, his hand trembling. It was blood. So much blood. His mind went white. Beside him, Leo had already started crying out in pain. "Leo!" From a distance, Ella saw the scene. The ice cream cones dropped from her hands, splattering on the pavement. Two men had fallen, but she ran to only one. She rushed to Leo's side, her face a mask of panic, and helped him into the car, speeding off toward the hospital. From beginning to end, she never once glanced at Adrian, lying in a spreading pool of his own blood. As if on cue, the heavens turned against him. Dark clouds gathered and a sudden downpour began, the rain washing away the blood, mingling with it in crimson streams that flowed into the gutter. The pain in his abdomen was a sharp, relentless drill. His strength gave out, and as his consciousness faded, the world dissolved into blackness. When he woke up, he was in a hospital. A kind stranger, he learned, had called an ambulance for him. Ella, consumed with worry for the injured Leo, had probably never even realized he had fallen too. Or perhaps, she had seen, and simply hadn't cared. He wasn't the one she cherished, after all. It didn't matter. The marriage certificate now legally bound her to Leo. His face was pale as he tried to get up to handle his discharge papers. Just then, the door opened and a doctor walked in, holding a report. "Mr. Hawthorne, that was a nasty fall. You're lucky you were brought in so quickly. Any later, and we might not have been able to save your reproductive function." The words buzzed in his ears like a swarm of angry hornets. How could he have forgotten? In his past life, he had taken the same fall. Back then, terrified he wouldn't be able to have a child with Ella—a living symbol of their love—he had vowed to be the best father imaginable, to pour all his love into that child. And in the end, how had that precious son repaid him? By begging him on his deathbed to divorce his mother, to make way for her and Leo. A humorless smile twisted his lips. "Doctor," he said, his voice firm. "I don't want it. The ability to have children. Please, schedule the surgery." The doctor looked surprised but didn't press the issue. He simply handed Adrian a consent form for a vasectomy. "Before the procedure, we'll need a signature from your legal next of kin." That evening, Adrian returned to the Sterling mansion with the consent form. Ella was in the kitchen, a place she never entered, awkwardly trying to make soup for Leo, who had a minor fracture. She glanced up when Adrian walked in, a single, dismissive look that held no concern for his own injuries. He gave a sad, inward smile. He folded the paper to conceal most of its contents, then handed it to her. "Ella, the wedding planner called. The venue is almost ready. They just need your signature on this final approval form." Ella, flustered by her unfamiliar kitchen duties and anxious to get back to Leo, waved a dismissive hand. "You can handle these things from now on." Without even looking at the document, she snatched a pen and hastily scrawled her name across the bottom of the vasectomy consent form. The very next day, Adrian took the signed form and, without a moment's hesitation, underwent the procedure. The surgery left him weak, forcing him to stay in the hospital for a few days to recover. During that time, his social media feed was a constant stream of Leo's posts, all featuring Ella. Ella, who hated having her picture taken, was now smiling in countless selfies with Leo. Ella, who never set foot in amusement parks, was now a VIP pass holder at every theme park in the city with Leo. Ella, who would never touch street food, was now sitting on a tiny stool in a designer gown, eating grilled skewers with Leo. All the things she had refused to do with him, she was now doing with Leo. Leo even posted a special dedication: "So lucky to have such an amazing sister-in-law." And beneath it, a single, silent "like" from Ella. Adrian closed his eyes and set his phone face down on the bedside table. It didn't matter. He would be leaving soon. On the day of the Sterling family banquet, Adrian saw Ella again. And Leo, clinging to her arm. After their last confrontation, Leo had dropped all pretense of civility. And Ella, who claimed to see Leo as "just a brother," seemed perfectly content with the arrangement. Adrian ignored them and walked straight into the house. But as soon as he entered the living room, a sharp voice cut through the air. "It's been only a few days, and you've already forgotten your manners!" Adrian looked up to see Ella's mother, Mrs. Sterling, glaring at him with icy disdain. His heart sank. The Sterlings were obsessed with propriety, and Mrs. Sterling was particularly vicious. She had never approved of him, her future son-in-law. Every time he visited, she found some new excuse to punish him, all under the guise of "teaching him the rules." As expected, she immediately found fault. "Look at you! And how dare you walk ahead of Ella?" Adrian's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. In his past life, to keep the peace and spare Ella any trouble, he had tolerated Mrs. Sterling's every cruelty. No matter how insulting her words, he endured them. No matter how many ridiculous rules she imposed, he obeyed them. But he was done tolerating. After all, he wasn't her son-in-law anymore. He ignored her and turned to head upstairs. "Have you no respect? Did you not hear me speaking to you!" Mrs. Sterling slammed her hand on the table. "Someone, bring the tea! He needs to be taught a lesson!" When Ella and Leo entered, they saw the maids forcing Adrian to his knees. Ella took one look and knew her mother was displeased with him. She said nothing, simply guiding Leo to a seat on the sofa. The sight sent a chill through Adrian's heart. Past life or this one, she would never stand up for him. Scalding hot tea was poured into the cup he was forced to hold with both hands. It quickly overflowed, cascading over the rim and onto his skin. The pale flesh instantly turned an angry, blotchy red, blisters already beginning to form. A searing pain shot through him, and he instinctively tried to drop the cup. But a maid's hand held his own in a vise-like grip. "Ah!" A pained cry—but it came from Leo. "That's horrifying!" Mrs. Sterling's expression changed instantly, her voice filled with concern. "What are you waiting for? Get Leo out of here! Do you want to frighten him?" Ella immediately covered Leo's eyes and led him out, cooing softly, "It's alright, don't be scared. Mother is just teaching him some manners. It has nothing to do with you." Only when the teapot was empty did the maid release Adrian's hands. CRASH! The teacup slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor. Mrs. Sterling didn't even spare him a glance as she stood up and walked away. Adrian looked at his scalded hands and gave a bitter smile. By the time he had treated his burns and made his way to the dining room, Ella, Leo, and Mrs. Sterling were already well into their meal. Mrs. Sterling was lovingly placing food on Leo's plate, urging him to eat more. Leo nodded happily. Mrs. Sterling watched him with adoration. "If only you were my son-in-law," she sighed. The words hung in the air, and everyone's expression shifted. Ella finally spoke, her voice low and firm. "Mother, Adrian is still here." But Mrs. Sterling paid her no mind, shooting a dismissive glare at Adrian, who stood silently by the wall. If Ella's affection for Leo was a subtle, hidden current, Mrs. Sterling's was a roaring, public declaration. She had said it countless times: she wished Leo were her son-in-law. If Ella hadn't insisted on marrying Adrian, Mrs. Sterling would have had her wish long ago. For a fleeting moment, Adrian was tempted to tell her the truth—that Leo was now her son-in-law. But before he could speak, Mrs. Sterling's cold voice cut him off. "What are you standing there for? Get over here and serve us!" Yes, serving the food. Another one of Mrs. Sterling's "rules" for him. At every meal, he was expected to stand by and peel shrimp, debone fish, and attend to their every need. By the time he was allowed to eat, only scraps and cold leftovers remained. Adrian glanced at Leo, who was looking at him with a triumphant smirk. "Perhaps my brother should learn as well?" he suggested suddenly. After all, this time, it was Leo marrying into the Sterling family. The smile froze on Leo's face. "He will never have to learn these things," Ella said coolly, placing a peeled shrimp into Leo's bowl. Adrian lowered his gaze, hiding the irony in his eyes. You're wrong, Ella. In seven days, he will be your groom. After dinner, Leo started glancing at his phone incessantly. Ella leaned in, her voice a soft murmur of concern. "I almost forgot, I have concert tickets. But if I leave now, will your mother be upset?" "It's fine, I'll go with you," Ella whispered back. She then stood up and addressed her mother. "Mom, I have some urgent work to take care of at the office. We have to go." Mrs. Sterling, suspecting nothing, waved them off. Ella shot Leo a look, and he quickly stood up to say his goodbyes. In a moment, they were gone. Only Adrian, who had heard everything, was left with a hollow feeling of self-mockery. He had spent a lifetime with her, and all he ever heard about was her work. He never knew she went to concerts. He never knew she would lie to her own mother for Leo. It seemed her life as a Sterling daughter-in-law would go quite smoothly after all. With Ella gone, Adrian had no reason to stay. He turned and walked out, ignoring Mrs. Sterling's angry shouts and the sound of another teacup shattering behind him. Mrs. Sterling despised him, so there was no car to take him home. Ella, of course, wouldn't be coming for him. The mansion was in an exclusive, secluded area where cabs were nonexistent. So, Adrian walked. It took him three hours to get back. His heels were raw and blistered. He treated his own wounds and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. Ella and Leo didn't return until the next day. Leo was still wearing a light-up headband from the concert, his face beaming with joy. Ella walked over to Adrian and placed several different invitation samples on the table in front of him. "See if there's a style you like." Adrian didn't answer. He randomly pointed to one and looked at Leo. "Do you like this one?" Leo, confused but obliging, nodded. "Yeah, it's nice." Adrian grunted his approval, pulled that invitation out, and handed it to Ella. "This one, then." Ella didn't take it. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze hardening. Why? Why does he always ask Leo? The suit, the ring, the shoes, the venue, and now even the invitations. He consulted Leo on everything. It was as if Leo were the groom, and Adrian was simply preparing to step aside. The thought had no sooner formed than she dismissed it. Adrian loved her too much. He would never hand her over to someone else. Once the invitation style was settled, Adrian volunteered to write them all out himself. His reason was sound enough. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime wedding. The invitations should be handwritten to be meaningful." "There are over three thousand of them. Are you sure?" Ella felt she was understanding his bizarre behavior less and less. "I'm sure." That night, Adrian sat at his desk, meticulously writing out the invitations. The main text was already printed. All he had to do was fill in the guest's name, and the names of the bride and groom. His focus was absolute. Stroke by stroke, in the "Bride" section, he wrote: Ella Sterling. And then, in the "Groom" section, he wrote: Leo Hawthorne. In his past life, he had done the exact same thing, his heart filled with hopeful dreams of a happy future with Ella. But that marriage had brought him nothing but a lifetime of bitterness. Ella spent most of her time with Leo. A single phone call from his brother, and she would drop everything and leave him without a second thought. Even at home, she was constantly on the phone with him. He had fought with her, argued with her, but her only defense was always the same hollow excuse: "I only see him as a brother." He never understood why she married him if she didn't love him. Not until he was on his deathbed and read that letter. The regrets and sorrows of his past life were finally being severed by his own hand. Three days before the wedding, Adrian and Ella were on a private yacht for the final rehearsal. Usually, it was just the two of them. This time, Adrian insisted on bringing Leo along. After the rehearsal, Adrian went out on deck to feel the sea breeze. The weather was gloomy, the ocean a dark, churning gray. He disliked it. As he was about to head back inside, Leo's voice came from behind him. "Adrian, what the hell have you been playing at lately? Why did you even drag me to the wedding rehearsal? Aren't you afraid I'll steal your bride?" A wry smile touched Adrian's lips. "Why would you need to steal her? She's already yours." Leo's confusion turned to anger. He grabbed Adrian's arm, demanding an explanation. Adrian scowled and tried to pull away. Just then, the weather took a violent turn. A furious gust of wind slammed a monstrous wave against the yacht. Thrown off balance, they stumbled in their struggle. And together, they plunged into the sea.
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