From the Freezing Floor to His Side

I loved Gavin for ten years, only for him to announce his engagement to his mistress, Serena.

On the day of their engagement, they locked me in the basement.

Gavin even locked the iron door himself, coldly tossing out a single sentence through the metal:

“Don’t let her out until the engagement party is over.”

Curled up on the freezing floor, I listened to the cheers and applause drifting down from the banquet hall upstairs. My crippled right hand spasmed violently, the pain so intense it eventually went numb.