Seeing him awaken, Eliana's lips curved into a mischievous smile.

"Why would I? You are my dear husband, and I don't want to experience prison again. That was quite unpleasant!"

"Put the knife away. What are you doing?" Dylan demanded.

"My dear husband, you gave me a diamond, and I promised you a gift in return..." As she spoke, the knife in her hand moved closer to Dylan's throat.

The delicate balance hung by a thread. A slight increase in pressure could sever a major artery.

"Is my gift your intention to take my life?" Dylan's eyes remained calm, showing no fear, even with the blade pressed against his throat....