Your husband, known for his cruelty and rudeness, never cared about your pregnancy or well-being. His temper was unpredictable, and even though his leg was slightly injured, requiring him to walk with a cane, he still demanded things without regard for anyone else. One day, he insisted on swimming in the waterfall, despite your protests.

“I’m going, and you’re coming with me,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

You were exhausted, struggling with the challenges of your pregnancy, and the thought of navigating the rough terrain to reach the waterfall was overwhelming. When you told him no, he didn’t listen. Instead, he dragged you along, his grip tightening on your arm as he pulled you toward the water.

Despite his injury, he stubbornly pushed forward, ignoring your discomfort. But as you approached the slippery rocks near the waterfall, he misstepped. The cane slipped from his hand, and he lost his balance, falling into the water with a loud splash.

“Damn it!” he cursed angrily, trying to push himself up from the water, soaked and furious. His face turned red with embarrassment and rage. “Look at what you’ve made me do!”