My Husband Pushed Me Off a Yacht, But My Best Friend Got Revenge

The Mediterranean sun was blindingly bright, casting a golden glow over the pristine teak deck of the luxury yacht. Chloe, wearing a vibrant red sundress that fluttered in the warm breeze, leaned against the polished chrome railing. She closed her eyes, breathing in the salty sea air, believing this cruise was a celebration of her fifth anniversary with Mark. She truly thought her life was perfect.

But the illusion shattered in a matter of seconds. Without a word of warning, Mark approached her. Clad in a simple grey t-shirt, his face was contorted with a bizarre, aggressive energy. Before Chloe could even ask what was wrong, Mark launched into a series of rapid, slapstick punches. The sheer shock of the physical assault paralyzed her. With a final, heavy shove, he knocked her clean over the side of the vessel. Chloe screamed as she plunged into the cold, azure waters below, her red dress billowing around her.

On deck, Mark didn't look remorseful. Instead, he spun around and let out a triumphant cheer, raising his fists in victory as if he had just won a prize. But his celebration was incredibly short-lived.

Standing just a few feet away was Sarah, Chloe’s best friend. Wearing a beige sarong, Sarah had witnessed the entire shocking event. Anger flared in her eyes. Without a second thought, she stepped forward and delivered a swift, powerful punch straight to Mark’s jaw. Before the stunned man could even register the pain, Sarah grabbed him by the collar of his grey t-shirt and hurled him backward over the rail.

\"What goes around comes around, you monster!\" Sarah yelled.

Mark’s triumphant grin vanished instantly. He let out a terrified scream, \"Aghhh!\", as he backflipped helplessly into the ocean, splashing into the very same water where he had just sent his wife.