The chain was heavier than anything Elena had ever felt against her skin. Victor had looped it once around her wrist, clicked the cuff shut with the calm efficiency of a man closing a briefcase, and stepped back to admire his work the way another man might admire a painting. "You should have stayed curious about orchids," he said quietly, "and not about the Cayman accounts." Elena's mind raced faster than her voice could keep up. She thought of the baby. She thought of Marcus's hands on her stomach that morning, feeling their daughter kick. She thought, absurdly, of the guest list for a nursery shower that would now never happen. "Victor — please — " "This isn't personal," he said, and that was somehow worse than if it had been. He guided her — not violently, never violently, that wasn't his style — toward the pool's edge, the chain trailing behind her like a leash. The water was unlit, black-glass calm, reflecting a sky just beginning to surrender its color to night. "The cover will close in four minutes," Victor said, checking his watch. "Long enough for the staff to swear they saw nothing. Short enough that no one will ask why you went for a swim alone at seven months pregnant." Elena's foot slipped from the tile into water that felt like it belonged to a different, colder world than the one she'd woken up in that morning. The chain pulled taut, anchored to a weight Victor had lowered days before, disguised as pool maintenance. She did not go under yet. Not yet. She still had air. She still had time to scream — one raw, tearing sound that came from someplace beneath language, a sound with only one word in it. "MARCUS!" Victor did not flinch. He simply reached into his pocket, withdrew a small gold key — the only key that opened the cuff around her wrist — and walked to the drain grate at the edge of the patio. "Die with her," he murmured, to no one, to the water, to the version of himself that might have once cared. And he dropped the key through the grate, where it vanished into darkness with a sound too small for what it meant.