On vacation my girlfriends and I decided to take our respective husbands out to sea. On the boat my husband pushed me into the sea. No matter how much I called for help, the three people on the boat did nothing. After I died, I watched my husband inherit my hundred billion dollar inheritance and hated my guts. Open my eyes again I went back to the moment before I got on the boat.
"Caitlin, what's wrong? Why aren't you moving?"
I placed one foot on the boat, ready to board.
I turned to look at my husband behind me.
"What's the matter?"
This was a popular attraction, and during the holiday, it should have been packed.
But my wealthy friend Juliana Adams reserved the entire place, leaving only a few staff members around.
In my past life, I stepped onto this boat.
My husband took charge of steering, while Juliana's husband made sure Juliana and I were fed.
The four of us seemed happy together.
Juliana stood up and urged me to look at the fish by the boat's edge.
She said spotting them would make all my wishes come true.
Not wanting to ruin the mood, I got up and walked forward.
There were no fish. It was just an excuse.
At some point, my husband, no longer steering, stood behind me.
"Caitlin, if we both see them, we'll be happy together forever."
I loved my husband, and in that moment, I felt happier than ever.
Then he pushed me into the sea.
I couldn't swim and flailed in the water.
"Help me! Please, save me!"
I begged my husband, the one who pushed me, to pull me out.
He didn't move.
I turned to my friend. "Juliana, save me! Please, I beg you, save me!"
Juliana sipped her wine and watched me coldly.
She had no intention of helping.
Juliana's husband stopped the boat, and the three of them stared as I struggled.
The area was secluded. No staff came near.
No one steered a boat this way.
They planned it all.
My strength gave out, and I sank beneath the waves.
Only then did my husband, wearing a life jacket, jump in to "save" me.
I was already dead.
The CEO of a 100-billion-dollar company died in a car crash a year earlier. Now his only daughter drowned at sea.
It made headlines. My husband, Greg Norris, cried in front of the cameras and inherited the fortune.
Later, he ran off with Juliana. I learned too late they were lovers for years.
Juliana's so-called husband was her uncle's illegitimate son.
I pulled my foot back. "Forget it. I'm not going."
Juliana, on the boat, froze and said, "Didn't we agree on this? Look, I reserved the whole place."
I shrugged. "Why don't you all go without me?"
Greg's face darkened. "Caitlin, what's that supposed to mean? Juliana planned this for ages just for us.
We dropped work to come here with you, and now you just say you won't go?"
Juliana sighed. "It's fine. If Caitlin doesn't want to go, we won't either. Such a shame about the reservation, though."
Her voice sounded regretful, but she stayed on the boat, not stepping off.
She knew me well. In the past, I would have given in to her words.
But I was different now. I was reborn.
If I got on that boat, I wouldn't come back.
"No, I'm not going." I pushed past Greg and walked toward the Rolls-Royce in the parking lot.
Seeing my determination, they hurried after me.
"You're really leaving?"
"Caitlin, I prepared for weeks for this trip. I even canceled meetings with partners."
"You can't just back out like that!"
They prepared thoroughly, plotting carefully to make sure their plan worked.