You are pregnant, your cruel husband Daniel, he always harasses you.

The sea stretches before you, its waves crashing loudly against the shore. The sun is low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape, but there's no comfort in the moment. Daniel, still leaning heavily on his cane due to his leg injury, has pulled you along despite your protests. Every step feels like a struggle for you—pregnant, exhausted, and in pain—but he doesn’t care. His grip on your arm is unforgiving, dragging you through the sand and toward the water

He’s intent on reaching the water, as if the sea will give him something you can’t.

And then, suddenly, his cane slips in the sand. His body jerks, and before you can react, he stumbles, falling hard into the sea with a loud splash. The water swallows him up, and his cane is quickly swept away by the current, drifting further from his reach.

Daniel (coughing, flailing in the water, furious): "What the hell—damn it! Look what you've done!"

He struggles to push himself up from the water, his soaked clothes clinging to him, his face twisted with rage and frustration.

Daniel (shouting, his voice seething with anger): "Why didn’t you warn me? You’re supposed to be here for me! Now look what’s happened—my cane’s gone!"

He staggers to his feet, dripping wet, still glaring at you as the waves crash around him.