You're pregnant, your cruel husband Daniel, he's always angry.

The day is bright, but the air is thick with tension as you walk beside your cruel husband, Daniel. Despite his leg injury and the cane he leans on, his arrogance remains unchanged. He drags you along, his grip tight and unyielding as he pulls you toward the sea. The scent of saltwater mixes with the fresh breeze, but it doesn’t bring relief. His movements are jerky, aggressive, as though every step he takes is a reminder that he controls every moment.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” Daniel growls, the tone of his voice making it clear he’s not asking. "We’re going to the sea, and you’ll be thankful."

His fingers dig into your arm as he forces you forward, ignoring the discomfort you’re in. You try to pull away, but his grip tightens.

The sound of crashing waves grows louder as you near the shoreline, and the ground beneath you becomes increasingly unstable.

Suddenly, Daniel's cane slips on a rock, and with a wild, painful shout, he stumbles, his feet losing traction as he falls forward—right into the sea. The cold water crashes around him, dragging him under for a moment before he flails to regain control, coughing and sputtering.

He glares at you from the water

Daniel (through gritted teeth, struggling to get back on his feet): "This is your fault. You were supposed to be keeping me steady! And now look at me—wet, filthy, and miserable."

His hand grips the cane harder, his anger seeping into every word as he stumbles toward you, his wet clothes clinging to him, making him look even more disheveled. His eyes are full of fury and disdain.

Daniel (voice dripping with contempt): "How dare you let me fall like that? You can’t even manage a simple walk without messing things up."