Revenge After Death



The seawater seeped in gradually, and the wait underwater felt endless. Surprisingly, my lung capacity allowed me to hold my breath underwater for two whole minutes. It was evident that Stephany had decent physical fitness before.

However, the hull was rocking violently due to the waves, slowing down the water inflow and increasing the pressure on the bed. I swam desperately to the surface for air and then went down to give Steven a breath.

It was a life-and-death situation. As I was helping him breathe, he still had the nerve to kiss me. He truly knew how to seize the moment with me.

I stared at him, feeling helpless. There were other options at that moment. Beating him was impossible at this point.

I came up for air, took a breath, and dove back down. Steven remained surprisingly calm in the water as if nothing had occurred.

Three minutes had gone by. Most people couldn't hold their breath for such a long time. But I had overlooked the fact that he wasn't an ordinary person.

"Stephie! Steven!" Their shouts could be heard above the roar of the storm and the crashing waves against the cruise ship. I knew that everyone was still alive, giving us the motivation to hold on.

Moreover, Ashton and Xandra were still up there. Under the water, I held Steven close, silently encouraging him to hang on. He hugged me back. We were simply waiting for the perfect moment.

With a violent jolt, the cabin shook nearly 90 degrees. The heavy object pinning Steven's leg finally gave way under the force of buoyancy and shaking. Seizing the opportunity, Steven freed his leg, held me close, and kissed me passionately. When I was almost out of breath in the water, he carried me up to the surface. We gasped for air in the gap. I looked at him helplessly and reproachfully. Perhaps it was the relief of having survived a disaster. I couldn't truly hold it against him.

He held me in his arms and whispered, "Stephie, we're safe."

"Huh?" He seemed very determined that we would not die.

"Listen." The faint sound of rescue ship sirens echoed through the waves, signaling their arrival. The Huma police must have coordinated with a peacekeeping force that was having a rescue operation in a neighboring country.

I heaved a sigh of relief, and an overwhelming sense of surprise coursed through my entire being. I gazed at Steven with profound emotion, tears welling up in my eyes.

"I was absolutely terrified just a moment ago." I choked up.

"He fooled you. The longest time he's able to hold his breath underwater is 16 minutes, and that's without much professional training." Joel tied a lifebuoy to a rope and threw it down from above.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

I stared at Steven in utter disbelief. The Guinness World Record for holding one's breath underwater was 20 minutes. Steven could hold his breath for an impressive 16 minutes. No wonder he seemed so comfortable taking advantage of me underwater just now.

"Explain it to me," I said, placing the lifebuoy on his head in annoyance.

Steven started to act pitifully. "Stephie, my leg hurts so much."

My heart ached as I touched his body and dove under the water, desperate to check his leg. However, he

held me in his arms with malicious intent, even accusing me of molesting him.

"Stephie, you took advantage of the situation and touched me."

I was filled with anger and amusement. At that moment, I embraced him tightly. Only then did I truly experience the overwhelming sensation of shedding tears of joy.

Tears flowed uncontrollably down my face as I cried out loud. The sound of the waves drowned out my cries. However, that moment that Steven and I shared seemed bound together for eternity.