Punished in Ice
All because I opened a window to air out the room, my husband’s childhood sweetheart, Celine Ashcroft, caught a cold.
In a fit of rage, my husband, Ronan Blackwood, had his men bind me and drag me down to the ice cellar despite my being five months pregnant.
"Don’t think that just because you’re carrying my child, you can bully Celine. If even a single hair on her head is harmed, I’ll make you repay it a hundredfold!"
Shivering violently from the cold, I knelt through tears, begging for forgiveness. I promised that from now on I would serve his precious sweetheart well to atone, that I would never again let her suffer even the slightest harm.
He only gave a cold order to seal the cellar, saying I needed to be taught a lesson so it would be burned into my memory.
A week later, when Celine finally recovered from her cold, he finally remembered me in the cellar.
"Vesper, have you truly realized your mistake? As long as you agree to kneel and apologize to Celine immediately, I’ll spare you."
What he didn’t know was that by then, I had already frozen stiff in that ice cellar.
And the child he had treasured so dearly no longer showed even the faintest sign of life.