Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Let’s Get a Divorce

"Help... help..."

A weak cry for help came from behind. Yvonne Sutton struggled to look back. Seeing that Candice Yates was also still strapped in her seat and hadn’t been thrown from the car, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

"There are three of us. Who do you think he’ll save first?" Jean Bell asked expectantly.

"You’re insane!" Yvonne gritted out.

"You must be curious too, right?" Jean turned to look at Yvonne, but then sighed as if remembering something. "Actually, we both know the truth. If he can only save one of us, he’ll save Candice Yates. Even if she is just a substitute for Hannah Abbott."

’Arguing with a madwoman is a waste of breath.’

Yvonne tugged at her seatbelt, trying to free herself, but it was jammed. The slightest bit of force she applied caused the car to slide faster down the cliff.

Just as she was at a loss for what to do, Wyatt Shaw appeared, making his way down from above.

"Wyatt, I’m here!" Jean yelled first.

"Mr. Shaw, save me! Please, save me quickly, I’m so scared!" Candice shouted next.

Yvonne held her breath. The next moment, Wyatt’s voice sounded in her ear.

"Yvonne, don’t be afraid. I’m here."

She turned her head and saw Wyatt clinging to the outside of the front windshield, his eyes locked on hers.

A sudden warmth flooded Yvonne’s eyes. "Husband."

Wyatt gave her a small smile. "If you’re scared, just call me ’husband’ a few more times."

"Can you please be serious!"

A more serious Wyatt took out a knife and began to cut her seatbelt. But halfway through, the car started to slide faster again.

"No, no! Call for help first! Wait for the rescue team to arrive."

Yvonne forced herself to stay calm. Wyatt might be able to rescue her, but he could *only* rescue her. What about Jean and Candice?

"By the time they get here, it’ll be too late."

"Then call the film crew! Tell them to send more people."

Wyatt continued cutting the seatbelt. "I’m not an idiot. I already called."

"You’re still cutting!"

"The car is still sliding. If I don’t get you out, you’ll fall with them."

"But..."

"No buts. I can only worry about you," Wyatt said, continuing to slice through the belt.

"Mr. Shaw, please save me first, okay?" Candice pleaded with Wyatt, her voice trembling.

"Wyatt, it doesn’t matter if you don’t save me, but you should save Candice! Look at her! Don’t you think she looks just like Hannah Abbott?" Jean screamed at Wyatt, her voice crazed.

But Wyatt was terrifyingly calm, his eyes seeing no one else.

"Hannah fell into the sea back then, and she died! If you don’t save Candice now, she’ll die too!" Jean shrieked again.

Wyatt shot Jean a cold glance. "You said it yourself. Hannah is already dead."

Jean’s eyes lit up. "You remember her! You remember, don’t you?"

Wyatt ignored her and continued his work.

By now, the car had slid a good deal further down.

"Wyatt, forget about me! Get away! You’ll get pulled down with it!" Yvonne said urgently.

The car was tilted at a steep angle. Once it went, it would inevitably drag Wyatt down with it.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Well, at least that cemetery plot we bought will finally be put to good use."

"Wyatt!"

Just then, the seatbelt snapped. At the same moment, the car began to plummet. In the nick of time, Wyatt yanked Yvonne out.

"Wyatt, save me!"

"Mr. Shaw, save me!"

Jean and Candice plunged into the sea along with the car, their voices quickly swallowed by the waves.

Yvonne gasped for air, her eyes wide as she stared down below.

Members of the film crew arrived, and Wyatt pointed down, telling them to find a way to rescue the others.

Wyatt helped Yvonne climb back onto the road. Seeing her gaze fixed on the sea, he turned her head and gave her a kiss.

"You’re not the one who caused this. You don’t have to carry that burden."

Yvonne shook her head. It wasn’t so much a burden, but it was two lives, after all. Besides, the situation had been critical. The car was constantly sliding, and Wyatt truly could only save one person. He had simply chosen her.

The cut on her forehead wasn’t serious. She cleaned it up herself, then they waited for the rescue teams and the police to arrive. They only left after giving their statements.

She didn’t ask how Jean and Candice were, nor did she want to know.

She was discharged from the hospital after only two days. She then noticed that Wyatt had gotten busy, always coming home very late.

One day, Claire Lawrence came to visit her. It was only then that she learned Jean Bell had died. Candice had been luckier and was rescued.

Yvonne was silent for a long time. She didn’t know if she should feel sorry for Jean, only that her death seemed so pointless.

"I heard she was having mental health issues and was on medication," Claire said.

Yvonne frowned. ’She really did love Wyatt to the point of madness.’

’How terrifying.’

"By the way, why aren’t you on set?" Yvonne asked.

Claire shrugged. "Production has been suspended. I doubt it’ll ever start up again."

Yvonne figured as much. With Jean dead, there were bound to be major changes for the production.

"Don’t worry. Let me handle your contract with Stratos first, then I’ll find you other work," Yvonne comforted her.

Claire shook her head. "I can figure it out myself. You just focus on resting."

"It’s just a minor injury. It’s no big deal."

Claire mentioned she had to go back to the island tomorrow. Director Lynch had told them to go pack up their belongings.

Yvonne was quiet for a moment. Then, she took the ring off her middle finger and gave it to Claire, asking her to put it in the iron box in the tree hollow when she went to the island tomorrow.

"But this is your wedding ring. Why are you putting it in some iron box?" Claire asked, confused.

Yvonne shook her head. "This isn’t my wedding ring."

"Huh? Wyatt didn’t buy it for you?"

"No."

’He prepared this for Hannah. I can’t keep wearing it now that I know the truth. It’s ridiculous.’

That night, Wyatt worked late again, so Yvonne went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, she groggily reached for the spot next to her, but it was empty.

Yvonne opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then she got up and went to the small living room. She found Wyatt sitting on the sofa, smoking. He was still in his white shirt, as if he’d just gotten back from the office, but the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts.

"Have you had dinner?" she asked as she walked over.

When Wyatt saw her, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and waved the smoke away. He reached a hand out to her, but Yvonne walked past him and sat down on the opposite sofa.

He ran a hand through his hair and gave a wry, self-deprecating laugh.

"Sorry, these past few days..."

"You’ve been avoiding me."

She didn’t want to hear him lie, so she said it for him.

Wyatt froze for a second, then lowered his head.

"I don’t want to lie to you, but my head is a mess. I need some time to think."

"You remembered her, didn’t you?"

Wyatt was silent for a moment. "Yes. I remember."

He tapped his forehead with his fist, frustrated. "How could I have forgotten?"

Yvonne’s heart sank. It was just as Jean had said. He would suddenly remember and stab the person beside him with the truth. Then, just as suddenly, he would forget again, turning on his charm and making another woman fall for him. But what about the woman who had been stabbed? She could never forget. For her, the wound would always ache, always bleed.

Until she finally went mad...

"Wyatt Shaw, let’s get a divorce."