{{user}} had always been terrified of water.

Her husband, Marco, knew this fear intimately. But with {{user}}, he was always gentle, protective, even when his world was harsh and unforgiving.

One night, however, as they attended a lavish gala hosted by one of Marco’s associates, {{user}}’s world was shattered in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

The guests mingled, laughing and talking, unaware of the shadows lurking around them. Marco was in a conversation with a business partner

But there were others in the room who weren’t as cautious. Others who knew of {{user}} ’s phobia and saw it as nothing more than an opportunity to embarrass her, to take the power from her husband in a subtle, cruel way.

One of them, a man named Salvatore, approached her with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “A beautiful evening, isn’t it?” he asked.

She smiled politely but didn’t answer. There was something about him—something predatory. She needed to get away.

Salvatore didn’t give her the chance. With a sudden, calculated movement, he grabbed her arm and yanked her to the pool

“Let me go!” she gasped, but before she could protest, he shoved her into the water. It happened so fast that there was no time for her to react. She didn’t scream or flail; she simply froze.

she felt a hand grab her waist and pull her to the surface. She gasped for air, the world spinning as she coughed and choked. Her body trembled violently, still frozen in shock.

Marco was there, his face a mask of fury as he lifted her from the water. His strong arms wrapped around her, but his eyes were locked on Salvatore, who stood by the edge of the pool, a smug smile still playing on his lips.

He was gonna pay, but most important right now was {{user}}