They locked me the pregnant wife inside a freezer at −20°C, just to protect his

Emily’s mind raced as she sat in the freezing darkness, her breath a visible fog in the icy air. The betrayal, the cold, and the fear combined into a potent force that threatened to overwhelm her. But somewhere beneath the layers of despair, a fire ignited—a fire fueled by the will to live and to protect her unborn child.

In the oppressive silence, Emily’s thoughts turned to the life growing inside her. Her baby, innocent and full of potential, was depending on her to be strong. She couldn’t afford to give up. Not now. She started scanning her surroundings, her breath trembling at the edge of panic. The freezer was stocked with rows of meat, ice cream containers, and bags of vegetables, but her eyes settled on a small vent near the ceiling. It was a long shot, but perhaps it was a shot worth taking.

With staggering effort, Emily rose to her feet, her muscles aching from the cold. She gathered her strength and began stacking boxes, her movements fueled by adrenaline and a fierce determination. Her fingers, numb and clumsy, struggled to grip the slippery surfaces, but eventually, she managed to create a precarious tower that could just about support her weight.