In the humid heart of the city, where the skyline pierced the tropical haze, Tom and Mei had just moved into their sleek new apartment near town. Tom, a 32-year-old software engineer with sharp features and a quiet intensity, had worked tirelessly to afford this haven for his family. Mei, his 26-year-old wife, was a radiant beauty—porcelain skin, long silky black hair, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief, and a body that had blossomed beautifully in her seventh month of pregnancy. Her belly swelled gracefully, a testament to the life they had created together, her curves accentuated by the gentle roundness that made her even more alluring. They were the picture of young success, but fate had a cruel twist in store.It happened on a sweltering evening. Mei had complained about the sticky heat all day, her pregnancy making her crave cool showers. The new home's bathroom was modern, with a rainfall showerhead that promised luxury. But the wiring, hastily installed by cost-cutting contractors, was a hidden death trap. As Mei stepped under the cascade, her hand brushed the metal faucet. A surge of electricity ripped through her wet body, her muscles seizing in a violent spasm. She collapsed silently against the tiled wall, the water still pouring over her, her eyes fluttering shut as her heart stopped. No scream, no final words—just the hum of the faulty circuit breaker failing to trip.Tom heard the thud from the living room, where he was unpacking boxes. "Mei? Everything okay?" he called, his voice laced with casual concern. When there was no reply, he rushed in, his heart pounding. There she was, slumped on the shower floor, water pooling around her naked form. Her pregnant belly glistened under the stream, her full breasts heaving no more, her legs splayed in an unnatural angle. Her eyes were closed, as if she were merely sleeping, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.Panic surged through him. "Mei! Oh god, Mei!" He yanked her out, her limp body hea