I screamed for help in despair, sweat mixing with the blood from between my legs, freezing into shards of ice against my skin.

The biting cold and the stabbing pain made me wish I were dead. I pounded on the freezer door, desperate for someone to hear me, clinging to even the smallest shred of hope.

Finally, I heard footsteps outside.

My heart leaped. Forcing myself up, I shouted as loudly as I could, “Is anyone there? Please help me! I’m locked inside the freezer! My stomach hurts. I think I’m miscarrying!”

The heavy freezer door creaked open. It was a hospital staff member, whose eyes widened at the sight of me lying on the ground, covered in blood.

His voice shook with fear. “Who are you? This is the Bresses’ private hospital. What did you do to get locked in here for punishment by the boss?”

Suspicious, he didn’t rush to help me.

I dragged myself forward with the last of my strength and explained as best as I could, “I’m Martin’s wife!”

With trembling hands, I reached out and showed him my bloodstained ring.

“This is the token. Only the boss’s wife would have it.”

He squinted at the ring. Finally recognizing it, he quickly pulled out his phone and called Martin.

“Boss, I found your wife in the freezer. She’s covered in blood. Should I take her to the emergency room?”

On the other end, Martin didn’t even hesitate to say, “Nonsense! My wife is in the blood-drawing room. Who dares impersonate her? Drag that imposter out and throw her away!”

“Martin! It’s really me!”

I screamed, even though my voice was hoarse and raspy.

He didn’t recognize me. Instead, he gave a cold laugh before ordering, “I don’t know that woman. She must have snuck in from somewhere. Get rid of her!”

With that, he hung up, not giving me a chance to explain.

The staff member put his phone down and paced. After two rounds, he finally muttered, “You’re pregnant. I can’t just let you die. I’ll do it for the sake of my wife and child. Maybe it’ll bring them some good karma.”

He dragged me out of the freezer and handed me over to a doctor.

At his rescue, tears of relief streamed down my face.

“Doctor, please save my baby. I’m six weeks pregnant, and my stomach really hurts!”

The doctor’s expression darkened as he saw the heavy bleeding. He rushed to wheel me to the emergency room.

However, the ER was already occupied by Tricia.

She lay weakly on the bed, while Martin carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, speaking to her in a low, gentle voice.

The doctor hesitated and turned to Martin.

“Boss, Ms. Gambino is stable. We should transfer her to a regular ward so we can use the ER for this patient…”

Martin immediately cut him off. “No. Tricia just finished her transfusion. She needs to stay here for observation. I won’t take any risks.”

“But we need the ER—”

“I’ve claimed this room. Without my permission, no one else will use it. If it’s urgent, transfer the other patient to another hospital!”

From outside the wall, I could hear Martin’s cold words. “No matter who it is, I won’t put Tricia in danger. I want everything foolproof!”

I collapsed onto the bed, as if my body had drained of every last ounce of life.

Just then, someone looked toward me in shock.

It was Martin’s assistant, Conrad. His eyes widened as he rushed inside.

“Boss, there’s a woman outside covered in blood. She looks like Madam!”

Martin’s brows furrowed as he snapped at Conrad.

“Impossible. She just gave blood to Tricia. There’s no way she could be here.”

Conrad lowered his voice, trying to reason with him. “Boss, maybe you should check. If it really is the Madam, she could be in serious danger.”

Martin shot him a glare, his tone cutting.

“I said it’s impossible! If it were her, why didn’t she call me? Besides, she was perfectly fine just now. How could she suddenly be covered in blood?”

With no other choice, the doctor arranged for me to be transferred to another hospital.

By the time everything was done, more than half an hour had passed. The doctor said regretfully to me, “I’m sorry. We couldn’t save your baby.”

It felt like someone had ripped my heart apart. My mind went blank, and I shook my head over and over.

“Doctor, please, I’m begging you. Save it…”

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look.

“If you’d arrived half an hour earlier, maybe. But now, there’s no chance.”

“Half an hour?”

I stared at him, dumbfounded, while my tears streamed down uncontrollably. At that moment, I gave up on Martin completely.

“I understand. Thank you. Could I borrow your phone?”

I called my lawyer to ask him to draft a divorce agreement and booked a flight out of the country.

Struggling to get up, I prepared to leave, but the doctor stopped me kindly.

“Madam, you’ve just miscarried. Your body is too weak. You really should stay and recover for a few days.”

I shook my head firmly.

“No need. Thank you for your concern, but I’m leaving.”

I wanted to leave this place forever.

Meanwhile, Martin was still at Tricia’s side. Even though her cheeks had regained color and she had eaten a full bowl of food, he insisted that the doctors run a full checkup.

“Boss, Ms. Gambino has fully recovered. The baby is very healthy, too,” the doctor reported happily.

Finally, Martin’s tense expression eased. Only then did he think of me.

He stood up, ready to go pick me up himself. However, just as he reached the door, Tricia called out softly, “Martin, my chest still feels a little tight. Can you stay with me a little longer?”

Without hesitation, Martin turned back, tending to her carefully. It wasn’t until evening that he summoned Conrad.

“Go to the blood-drawing room and bring my wife home. Tell her I’ll be staying here with Tricia for the next couple of days. She should rest well at home.”

After a pause, he added, “And prepare some iron-rich food for her. She just gave blood and needs to replenish her strength.”

Conrad obeyed, but soon returned in a panic.

“Boss, the blood-drawing room is empty. The staff said Madam was taken away earlier by Ms. Bress.”

Martin frowned and immediately called Clara.

“Where did you take Rosie?”

Clara, who had gone out with her friends, only then remembered. Flustered, she admitted, “Oh no! I locked Rosie in the freezer. You’d better check!”

Martin’s face drained of color, and he rushed toward the freezer.

“How could you put her in there?”

“I was just trying to help! I thought the cold would help her recover faster. I meant well, but you’re scolding me?” Clara complained unhappily.

Martin’s expression softened slightly.

“I know you meant well, but you can’t just forget about her like that.”

When he yanked the freezer door open, the room was empty.

I was gone.

Panic stirred in Martin’s chest. He immediately ordered Conrad to search for any trace of me.

An hour later, Conrad returned, trembling so hard that his teeth chattered.

“Boss, Madam had a miscarriage. She’s already boarded a plane and left.”