Crushed By The Queen I Once Discarded

“I was eight months pregnant. The office was dangerously hot, so I turned on the AC, despite my husband's assistant complaining that the cold worsened her period cramps. That evening, my husband Austen accused me of putting his assistant in the hospital. To "make it up to me," he invited me to a gathering at an exclusive club. But I didn't wake up at a party. I woke up locked inside a glass-walled freezer. Outside the glass, Austen stood with his arm wrapped around a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a champagne flute to the city's elite, toasting to "cooling down" his hot-headed wife. His security guards stripped me to my underwear and forced my bare knees onto the ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over my head and my swollen belly. "Austen, please! Think about the baby!" I screamed and begged, but Deb discreetly pricked her own hand, showing Austen a drop of blood and crying that my cruelty was causing her ulcers to bleed. Austen's face twisted with rage. He called me a poison and ordered his men to pour more ice directly onto my skin. Lying on the freezing metal floor, I felt a warm trickle of blood run down my legs. I was losing our child, and the man I loved was watching it happen. But I didn't die in that freezing hell. When I woke up in the hospital, my supposedly dead billionaire father was holding my hand. I didn't shed a single tear for my broken marriage. I was going to take everything Austen had.”