He Locked Me in a Freezer on Our Anniversary
Language: en
On our fifth wedding anniversary, Nate Thorne locked me in an industrial freezer, forcing me to chisel out my discarded wedding ring from a one-ton block of solid ice with my bare hands. My hands were frozen purple, blood dripping down the chisel. "Nate, I really can't chisel anymore…" He stood a few feet away, his expensive coat untouched by the cold. "Can't chisel? When your parents drove drunk and killed my whole family, why didn't they say they couldn't hit the brakes?" Just then, his new girlfriend, Sera Bloom, walked in in high heels and kicked over a bucket of ice water, drenching…