When I was four months pregnant, my husband's so-called "white moonlight," Michelle, invited me to the Maldives to go diving with her. Thirty meters underwater, she sliced my arm with a Swiss knife and shoved me straight into the jaws of a shark. Somehow, I survived, relying on my diving skills, but Michelle? She didn't make it.

I expected Zayn to blame me, but instead, he wrapped me in his arms and whispered, "Marie, I hope you and the baby are okay." His words caught me off guard and brought me to tears. He stayed by my side in the hospital, doting on me while we waited for our child to arrive. But on the day of the birth, Zayn drowned our baby with his own hands. He locked me in a shark cage, deep in the sea, and left me to die. Just before the signal cut out, his voice came through the intercom, cold and venomous: "You like dragging Michelle to watch sharks? I'll make sure you get an eyeful."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back underwater. Pain shot through my arm, blood quickly clouding the water around me. Sharks picked up the scent and started circling. The fear of my past life gripped me, but I shoved it aside. I couldn't let Michelle's smug grin under her goggles distract me. I had to stay calm.

In my previous life, I'd tried to pull Michelle up to safety, only for her to shove me straight into the path of a shark. This time, I wasn't making the same mistake. I grabbed the rope on her diving suit and dragged her toward the nearby shark cage, hitting the emergency button on her suit.

A panicked voice blared through the radio: "Zayn, your wife is sending a rescue signal from the shark viewing area!" Zayn's voice was dismissive. "Don't worry, Marie just loves making a scene. Last time, she scraped a rock and sent a signal for a couple of drops of blood. It's a waste of resources."

But then the voice on the radio turned frantic. "It's a shark attack! Michelle's down there too!"

"Dive now!" Zayn's voice was shaky with fear.

Michelle shot me a taunting look, raised her Swiss knife, and tossed it into the sea. But she wouldn't be laughing for long. The blood in the water attracted three massive tiger sharks, and they rushed the cage, knocking both Michelle and me inside. In the chaos, my lower abdomen slammed into the cage, and a rush of blood surged into my mouth. I struggled to hold it back, my body wracked with pain.

Zayn appeared above us, and I frantically signaled for him to get away. But after a brief hesitation, he dove in, narrowly avoiding the sharks' strikes, and made his way into the cage. Without even acknowledging me, he embraced Michelle tightly. He took the two remaining oxygen masks, without hesitation, and strapped them on, one for Michelle, one for himself.

"Michelle, you'll be fine. I'm here. I'll protect you, and we'll make it to shore."

The signal was awful underwater, but every word of his stabbed through me. Zayn finally turned his cold gaze on me. I pointed to my stomach, begging for help. The pain in my abdomen intensified, like my insides were being ripped apart. In my past life, Zayn had rushed me to the hospital, worried about the baby inside me. But when he returned, his teammates told him Michelle had been torn apart by a shark. He said it didn't matter, that as long as we were safe, nothing else was important.