Pregnant Wife in Freezer Hell

The look in Everett's eyes changed from cold indifference to something darker, something I'd never seen before. His jaw tightened, and before I could react, his hand shot out, fingers digging into my arm with bruising force.

"You need to learn respect, Sabrina," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Pain shot through my arm as his grip tightened. I winced, instinctively protecting my belly with my free hand.

"Everett, you're hurting me," I whispered, disbelief washing over me. "Think about the baby."

"The baby?" He laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the spacious office. "You're so concerned about making Mina sick, but you don't think about how your actions affect others?"

I glanced toward Mina, who remained seated, watching us with an expression I couldn't quite read. Her eyes gleamed with something that looked disturbingly like satisfaction.

"I didn't do anything," I protested, trying to pull away. "Everett, please—"

His grip tightened further, and he began dragging me toward the door. "You need to cool down. Literally."

"Where are you taking me?" Panic rose in my throat as he pulled me into the hallway. "Everett, stop this!"

Employees froze as we passed, their eyes wide with shock. No one moved to help me. No one dared.

"Mr. Brooks," someone called out hesitantly, but Everett silenced them with a glare.

"My wife needs to learn some lessons in consideration," he announced loudly, as if putting on a show. "Family matter."

I stumbled alongside him, my pregnant body making it difficult to keep my balance as he pulled me down the corridor. In my peripheral vision, I caught Mina following us to the doorway, her expression shifting to one of unmistakable pleasure as she watched my humiliation.

"Let go of me," I demanded, my voice stronger than I felt. "This is ridiculous!"

"Ridiculous?" Everett's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he dragged me toward the service elevator. "What's ridiculous is how you've always thought you're better than everyone. The precious Anderson heiress."

The elevator doors slid open, and he shoved me inside. I clutched the handrail as he pressed the button for the basement level.

"Everett," I pleaded, "whatever you're thinking, don't do this. Think about our child."

He didn't respond, his face set in grim lines as the elevator descended. When the doors opened again, the cold air hit me immediately, raising goosebumps on my arms.

"The freezer room will help you calm down," he said matter-of-factly, pulling me toward the heavy metal door at the end of the basement corridor.

"No!" Fear gripped me as I understood his intention. "Everett, you can't! It's freezing in there!"

I planted my feet, refusing to move closer to the door. "Please, don't do this. Our baby—"

"Your baby," he corrected coldly. "You never let me forget whose family you come from. Whose blood runs in its veins."

He yanked me forward, and I cried out as my shoulder slammed against the wall. With a sudden surge of strength born from fear, I tried to break free, but Everett was stronger, fueled by a rage I couldn't comprehend.

"You need to learn," he growled, reaching for the freezer door.

I lunged backward, but he caught me around the waist, lifting me despite my struggles.

"Everett!" I screamed as he dragged me toward the threshold. "Don't do this! I'll die in there!"

"You'll be fine for a few minutes," he said dismissively. "Just enough time to think about your actions."

With one powerful shove, he pushed me through the doorway. I stumbled forward, losing my balance on the slick floor. The cold hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath.

"Everett!" I scrambled back to the door as it began to close. "The baby! Please!"

The last thing I saw was Mina's face appearing beside Everett's, her expression a mixture of triumph and something else—something that made my blood run even colder than the air around me.

The heavy door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through my bones.

"No!" I screamed, pounding my fists against the metal. "Everett! Let me out!"

I pressed my ear to the door, listening desperately for any sound of him returning. Through the thick insulation, I could hear muffled voices—Everett and Mina speaking just outside.

"She'll be fine," Everett's voice came faintly. "She's stronger than she looks."

"We should leave," Mina replied. "I don't feel well."

Their footsteps retreated, growing fainter until I could no longer hear them at all.

"Everett!" I screamed again, my voice breaking. "Don't leave me here!"

Silence answered me. Complete, terrifying silence.

I sank to my knees, the cold already seeping through my clothes. The freezer's motor kicked on with a low hum, and I watched in horror as my breath formed clouds in the air before me.

Eight months pregnant. Our child. My child.

Trapped in a freezer.

And no one knew I was here except the two people who had put me here.