My Husband Threw Me to a Shipwreck for His Livestream

My husband knocked me out and locked me inside a deep-sea shipwreck after I publicly exposed his "ocean goddess" for what she really is. Now he's livestreaming my death to the world.

It all started ten hours ago during a safety inspection aboard the Poseidon.

As chief archaeologist, I personally reviewed every structural assessment report before each dive. When I handed Maxwell the sonar imaging showing severe corrosion in the support beams, he was fixated on the livestream metrics.

"This section is about to collapse."

He gave it a cursory glance. "Alelia, the audience wants to see the Ocean's Heart, not safety warnings."

When he showed no concern whatsoever, I pressed harder. "People are going to die. I'm prohibiting anyone from entering the core area."

"But Siren's structural model shows the passage is stable." He finally looked at me. "Have you forgotten how to do basic risk assessment?"

Siren immediately chimed in. "Alelia, my model has been calculated repeatedly. You should trust professional data."

"Professional?" Her shamelessness infuriated me. "Have you forgotten your last model that couldn't even calculate tidal forces correctly? You nearly got the entire deep-dive team killed!"

Her eyes immediately welled up. "That was just a small mistake... I studied so much material for this expedition..."

"Enough!" Maxwell pulled her behind him protectively. "Alelia, show Siren some respect. She's every bit as good as you."

I took a deep breath, forcing down my rage. "Letting someone with zero archaeological knowledge participate in critical decisions is irresponsible to everyone."

"Listen to yourself!" Maxwell raised his voice. "Jealousy has made you vicious!"

"Jealous?" I laughed bitterly. "I would never let emotions cloud my judgment over something like this."

Siren gently tugged his sleeve. "Don't blame her, Maxwell. Alelia just... trusts her own judgment more."

That line hit Maxwell's most sensitive nerve with surgical precision.

His expression went ice cold. "Listen carefully. We're going into the core area to find the Ocean's Heart. The entire project's publicity hinges on this."

"No treasure is worth trading human lives for." I forced down my fury. "Forcing this dive is murder."

Maxwell stepped closer, his gaze vicious. "I have final authority here. Either you cooperate, or you're off this project."

Looking at this man who once told me I was "more precious than any treasure," now with nothing but profit in his eyes, I turned and left in disappointment.

That evening, Maxwell brought me whiskey as an apology. I sensed something was off, but days of exhaustion had lowered my guard. As the liquor went down, dizziness swept over me.

The glass hit the floor. I stared at him in disbelief. "You drugged me?"

"Just helping you overcome your fears." He watched me collapse with cold eyes, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "Don't worry. When you wake up, you'll be the biggest archaeological star in livestreaming history."

When I opened my eyes again, I realized with horror that I was lying in bilge water in the ship's cargo hold. Above me, corroded pipes swayed in the current, groaning. Through the portholes, deep-sea creatures cast twisted shadows.

"How are you feeling?" Maxwell's voice came through. "Tens of millions of viewers are enjoying your performance. The betting pools are doubling every minute."

The depth gauge's crimson numbers—2,800 meters—burned into my vision.

In the livestream, comments flooded in:

[That depth is enough to kill her ten times over!]

[I bet she has a mental breakdown first]

[Stop acting calm, you're about to cry]

I flipped open my watch's protective cover and hit the distress button. "Stop watching and come get me. Now."

...

Maxwell continued his enthusiastic introduction. "Ladies and gentlemen! Witness this incredible moment! Our brave Dr. Alelia is diving solo into the shipwreck's forbidden zone to find the lost Ocean's Heart!"

I raised my head with difficulty, finding that crimson camera lens in the shadows of tangled pipes.

"Maxwell, I'm telling you one more time. Let me out..."

"Let you out?" He chuckled softly. Siren's giggle came through in the background. "But darling, nine million viewers are waiting for your performance."

His voice carried a mocking edge. "If you admit you were wrong—that you tried to stop the expedition because you were jealous of Siren—then maybe I'll consider sending someone to rescue you."

His voice dragged me back to those unbearable memories.

Ever since Maxwell met Siren at a charity gala, he'd hired her as a special consultant despite my objections. They were so intimate that everyone knew about their relationship.

She'd endangered the team multiple times with critical errors, yet Maxwell always downplayed them and blamed me instead.

He never loved me. That realization made tears slip silently down my face.

I spoke through gritted teeth. "Maxwell, do you have to get someone killed to be satisfied?"

"Killed?" He sounded amused. "Darling, are you questioning my professional judgment?"

Siren interjected softly. "Alelia, Maxwell just wants to prove my model is correct..."

I cut her off, my voice shaking with rage. "Leaving someone in a shipwreck with corrosion levels this high—you're committing murder!"

[Did she say the corrosion is over the limit? Is that true?]

[This isn't an expedition, it's a murder scene!]

[Maxwell, say something! We need an explanation!]

"You still don't get it." Maxwell's voice lowered. "We're correcting your mistaken perceptions."

I clenched my fists. "So to prove a trophy mistress's design, you're willing to gamble with my life?"

"Since you insist on being stubborn," he said coldly, "let's see whose judgment is more accurate."

"Crack—"

A clear metallic snap echoed from deep in the hold. The entire wreck shuddered. I pressed my hand to my racing heart. Oxygen deprivation was causing hallucinations—translucent jellyfish tentacles were descending from the ceiling, slowly closing in.

I closed my eyes, remembering how before my first dive, Maxwell had held me tight and said, "If you sink to the ocean floor, I won't live without you."

And now he was in the warm command room, holding another woman, waiting for my death.

I opened my eyes and spoke into the communicator through clenched teeth. "Maxwell, don't underestimate me."

Silence on the other end for a moment.

Then his cold voice returned. "Good, Alelia. Let's see if you can make it out alive."