Locked in the Cold for Her Mountain God Chapter 2

Icy air rushed at me from all directions, piercing into my bones.

I endured the cramping pain in my abdomen, crawled up from the floor, and pounded on the cold storage door with all my strength.

"It's so cold! Tristan, let me out!"

"I know I was wrong! Let me out!"

My lower abdomen began cramping again.

But no matter how hard I screamed for help with every ounce of strength I had, it remained quiet outside.

"Honey... I'm so cold..."

I felt a tearing pain in my lower abdomen.

A warm flow slowly ran down my thighs.

My hands were covered in blood, my voice panicked and trembling.

"Honey! Tristan! Please save our baby!"

"Please!!!"

He never heard my cries.

Or he didn't want to hear them.

The temperature around me kept dropping.

My mind grew foggy.

I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

I shivered from the cold, curling up in the corner.

Soon, a layer of frost formed on my eyelashes.

I exhaled cold breath, my teeth chattering.

But no matter how much I called for help, no one responded.

The air in the cold storage was thin.

A suffocating feeling engulfed me like a tide.

I wanted to breathe.

But it was too cold. Too cold to have any strength.

My vision began to blur, my ears buzzing.

In the endless cold and despair, my consciousness gradually faded.

My body curled in the corner.

After exhaling my last warm breath, I wasn't cold anymore.

My whole body felt burning hot. My brain couldn't think.

Unconsciously, I stripped off all my clothes.

Scenes of Tristan proposing to me flashed through my mind.

He knelt on one knee, the tenderness in his eyes nearly drowning me.

"Bella, I, Tristan, swear to you that I will protect you for life."

"Liar."

After uttering those last words, I finally closed my heavy eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, my soul was floating above.

Looking down, I saw my body curled in the corner of the cold storage.

Like an ice sculpture.

I was dead?

Dead at the hands of the man I loved most in this life.

After coming home from work, Tristan felt uneasy.

"Bella!"

He called out several times, but no one answered.

"Why is there no sound?"

He frowned and walked toward the cold storage.

Aria suddenly ran over, her voice clingy and aggrieved.

"Tristan, you're back! I'm starving!"

Tristan was carrying my favorite chestnuts.

His eyes swept around the room, his steps pausing as he asked in confusion:

"I brought her favorite candied chestnuts. By the way, did you see her this afternoon?"