Dumping Ex and Spoiled 1

“Help! Help…” The woman’s terrified cries could barely be heard. The artificial lake next to Lawson Mansion was crowded with guests attending Kevin Lawson’s seventieth birthday celebration. Unfortunately, the early spring water was painfully cold, and all the guests, wealthy and influential enough to support a small part of Tornham, were unwilling to easily jump into the lake to save someone. Natalie Miller stared in shock at the woman struggling in the water, recalling the words Britney Clark had said to her before jumping into the lake. “Natalie, you’re so shameless. Don’t you just hate to give up the position as the lady of the Lawson family? You know Hubert never loved you, yet you still cling to him. Natalie, I’m pregnant, and the child is Hubert’s… Natalie, do you believe I can make Hubert hate you for life?” So, this is the plan Britney was talking about: framing me by jumping into the water herself. This woman is so ruthless that she’s willing to sacrifice her own life… Suddenly, a tall, dark figure pushed through the crowd and rushed forward. The man’s deep, shadowy gaze, sharp as a knife, fell on Natalie’s face. His handsome and noble features were instantly clouded with frost. “Natalie, how dare you push Britney into the water? Do you not know she has only just woken up from a coma after six months? You’re a greedy, venomous woman!” A cold light flashed in his eyes, his tone dripping with disgust. “Since that’s the case, you should join her in the water!” Natalie felt overwhelmed with grievance. She wanted to explain, but the man didn’t give her a chance to speak. “Honey, I didn’t…” Splash Before she could finish, Natalie’s body tilted, and the furious man kicked her into the lake. The icy water rushed into Natalie’s body, feeling like shards of ice piercing through her skin. Though it was freezing, it couldn’t compare to the coldness that rose within her heart. After two years of marriage, she hadn’t even been granted a chance to explain. As she struggled, she saw Hubert Lawson’s strong, graceful body leap into the water, swimming desperately toward Britney. Yes, that’s the woman he loves and their unborn child, while I’m just the one who almost killed his child and his lover! Natalie’s tears burst forth at that moment. Her arms, once flailing in struggle, suddenly seemed frozen, unable to exert any strength, and she let herself sink deeper into the water. Her heart was dead, and there was no reason to keep living. The water surged, overwhelming her head… Natalie struggled to open her eyes, but all she saw was darkness. When her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she recognized the familiar white furniture in the room. She realized she was lying in her bed at Lawson Mansion. Then she remembered that just before sinking to the bottom of the lake, someone had saved her. The man who saved her had a strong, firm arm, which effortlessly wrapped around her waist, pulling her upwards. Her stomach was filled with water, and the man pressed forcefully on her chest a few times. After she coughed up several mouthfuls of water, she gasped for air and avoided drowning. Natalie wiped away the tears on her face in the darkness. Oh, you’re so pathetic, Natalie! This pitiful, love-stricken behavior is making you cry even yourself. Natalie tried to recall the appearance of the man who saved her. She went through hell but survived. Honestly, she would’ve preferred death—so yeah, she was a little upset about it. Well… at least he saved me out of kindness. I can’t bring myself to hate him. One day, I’d pay him back… But what came to her mind next was a different scene. Back then, she had felt resentful and rolled her eyes at the man. Then, without a word, he pressed his lips to hers and performed artificial respiration on her. His lips were soft and gentle, and he was quite handsome. Not worse than Hubert. Before Natalie could think more about the man who had saved her, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The force was so strong that the door protested with a loud bang. In the next second, a pair of cold, strong hands locked around her slender neck, slowly increasing the pressure.