Eight Months Pregnant, My Husband Locked Me in a Freezer for His Mistress Novel – Eight months into my pregnancy, I went to Declan’s office to drop off some documents. The moment I stepped inside, the intense heat hit me—45°C. I reached for the air conditioner, but his secretary stopped me with a polite smile. “Ma’am,” she said sweetly, “I’m on my period, and I’m always cold during this time. Please, don’t turn the AC on.” I glanced at her briefly. Here I was, pregnant, with a baby growing inside me, and the heat was unbearable.
It could literally make me collapse. I didn’t say a word but turned on the air conditioner anyway. That evening, Declan returned home from a business dinner, looking livid. He stormed through the door and immediately started yelling. “Clara, Elodie’s on her period! Do you even understand what you’ve done? Those half hours of cold air landed her in the ICU with crippling cramps!” I was stunned. “Are you serious, Declan? Are you mocking me just because I’m not on my period? I’m eight months pregnant, and if I faint from heatstroke, it could kill us both! Are you drunk or just insane?” He smirked, a mocking grin spreading across his face. “You’re right. I messed up.
That was dumb of me.” He went on to comfort me, whispering soft words as I fell asleep. But when I woke up, everything was different. I wasn’t in my bed anymore. I was locked inside a walk-in freezer, surrounded by walls of glass. Through the transparent walls, I saw a group of high-society elites laughing, pointing fingers at me.
Declan was among them, his arm casually draped around Elodie’s slim waist. They all turned to look at me, chuckling maliciously. “A little too scared of heatstroke, Clara?” Declan sneered. “Well, let’s cool you off properly tonight.” A wave of cold dread washed over me.
I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and snapped a few photos of the group outside. Then, I dialed a number. “Dad,” I said in a chilling tone, “I don’t want any of these people to see the sunrise tomorrow.” There was a long silence on the other end. I ended the call without another word. Laughter erupted around me. “Clara, are you really that stupid? Your father was thrown to the sharks six months ago.
Do you still think you’re in any position to give orders?” “Keep pretending you’re the Harrington heir, but even in your wildest dreams, that’s not something you’ll ever reclaim.” Declan watched with pride as his friends mocked me, then casually took off his fur coat and placed it over Elodie’s shoulders.He walked towards the freezer, tapped the glass with his finger, and smiled coldly.