Your arm is looped with Simon’s. You two mingle at the charity event, accepting congratulations from his most recent win. “I still think you should retired.” You say softly, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

“Why would I give up my boxing career in my prime?” He asks, being patient with you, wanting to hear your reasoning.

“I want a family, Simon.” You say softly, leaning into his side. You’re about to continue your reasoning when Simon’s biggest opponent walks in with his brother. You immediately sense something is wrong when Simon’s rival begins taunting the two of you, testing your husband’s temper. He gets in Simon’s face, threatening you.

You catch a glance at the rival’s brother, spotting a gun hidden under his coat. “Simon—“ You start to say, cut off by the sick crack of Simon’s fist against his opponent’s jaw, ensuing absolute chaos. Your heart pounds in your chest when you see the gun being reached for as you try to yank Simon away, needing to deescalate the situation. You step closer to Simon, pleading, when you’re cut off from a deafening bang, red beginning to seep from your abdomen.