Chapter 6: Breaking Point

Natalie trembled, responding stiffly. I could see the conflict in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

“Enough.”

My voice was flat, barely my own.

Jason sneered:

“Should’ve let her divorce you later, so I could’ve really made you look like a fool.”

“Or, how about this—tonight, I’ll let you watch. How’s that?” His words were poison, meant to break me.

Rage burned in my chest. My hands curled into fists, nails biting my palms. I wanted to tear his arm away, but all I could do was watch.

But from his words, at least I knew Natalie hadn’t gone that far before the divorce. Still, with her choices, it was only a matter of time.

I just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. Tonight, I hoped I wouldn’t have regrets either.

I broke free from the men behind me, fury boiling over, and smashed a wine bottle over Jason’s head. The crash of glass was sharp and satisfying.

While everyone was stunned, I kneed him hard in the gut.

Jason crumpled on the couch, gritting his teeth: “Ugh—get him! Beat him to a pulp!”

The scene exploded—women in the pool screamed and scattered. A phone splashed into the water, drowned by shouts.

Bodyguards rushed in, dark suits and sunglasses even at night, moving like a SWAT team.

I could fight, but there were too many. My knuckles split on someone’s jaw, but they kept coming.

After a few punches, I turned and charged at Jason. I wasn’t thinking—just desperate.

He, who’d been enjoying the show, cursed: “Useless idiots, grab him!”

I lunged for Jason, ready to use him as a hostage—my last-ditch move.

Natalie calmly stepped in front of me:

“Caleb, stop.”

“Stop?” I sneered. “Do you realize I might die here tonight?”

She raised her eyebrows, exasperated:

“Can you drop your macho pride?” Her voice was sharp, tired. “Jason agreed to forgive you because I begged him for a long time. Why are you so ungrateful?”

Footsteps closed in behind me. I raised my hand high, noticing someone’s phone pointed right at me, recording—this would be on social media by sunrise.

She didn’t move, biting her lip, eyes closed. The pool lights made her look almost untouchable.

Just as I hesitated, something exploded above my head—a deafening bang. The windows rattled, everyone ducked.

A second later, I was kicked into the pool. The shock of cold water jolted me awake.

Choking, I swam to the edge, but the deck was crowded with bodyguards, blocking out the city lights.

Jason, blood trickling down his face, staggered to the front and spat into the pool:

“Mess him up! I’ll pay ten times the cash. If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.”

“Caleb, I want you in a wheelchair for life, counting the days until you die!”

With a flurry of splashes, men jumped into the pool. It was chaos—like a gangster flick, but real.

I gritted my teeth, climbed out, and was shoved by bodyguards. My vision blurred, my heart pounding in my ears.

Suddenly, I crashed into someone’s chest. A hand gripped my shoulder. I spun around, bracing for another hit—but the face staring back at me wasn’t a stranger.