His wife who was about to give birth was locked in a freezer at -20 degrees to protect her breasts, the husband was not expected to be self-medicated…
My wedding day with Hoang was the dream of many people. He was successful, successful, and knew how to speak sweet words that would make any woman fall in love. I thought I was lucky in my life to have chosen him. But perhaps, sometimes happiness that is too complete is the beginning of tragedy.
Pregnant with my first child, I only wished that Hoang would be more interested. But towards the end of her pregnancy, she became cold. Going early and late at night, the phone was always facing the screen, the messages that I accidentally saw were full of loving words… but not for me. I hesitated, but chose to remain silent. I believed that the birth of children would bring her back to her family.
That night, I was nine months pregnant and walked down to the kitchen to drink water. Suddenly, he heard a loud fight from the living room. Hoang and a strange woman. He cried and said in fear:
“Brother, if he knew, I would have died. This pregnancy… If it were exposed, everything would be ruined.”
My heart was pounding. Not only was he fighting, Hoang also let others get pregnant. I just stood quietly behind the door, not daring to go in. But when I was about to turn around, a cold thought came out of his mouth:
– “I can be sure. As long as he is gone, everything will be fine.”
Those words made me feel like I had fallen into the abyss. I never thought that a man on his knees could do such a cruel thing.
The next morning, Hoang was very kind and told me to take him to the hospital for a checkup. I nodded tiredly. But instead of turning into the hospital, the car headed straight for the freezing area of the company he managed. I suspected the question, Hoang just smiled doubtfully:
– “I’m leaving the things in the warehouse, it’s convenient to stop and take me away.”
When I arrived, he took me to the cold storage with the excuse that I needed to help him check the goods. The temperature of -20 degrees hit me and made me shiver. Before he had time to react, Hoang suddenly pushed me inside, the door closed with a cold “click” of the lock.
I cried and knocked on the door to beg. My stomach was tight, and my son was also kicking violently as if he sensed danger. It was as cold as cutting flesh, and my breath turned into a hazy white smoke. I shivered, fell, and every finger went numb. In the cold darkness, I suddenly understood: he really wanted me to die to protect another woman.
But God has eyes. I suddenly remembered that there was a cellphone in my jacket pocket. With my hands shaking, I called my neighbor – Uncle Tung, a retired security guard who had always cared for me since the day my parents died early. Hearing my weak voice, Uncle Tung got scared and called the locksmith.
When they pulled me out, my whole body was purple, my breathing was weak. At that moment, Hoang turned around, thinking that everything was over. Seeing that I was still alive, he turned pale and could not speak. People around called the police.
Hoang was arrested on the spot. Ironically, the wife, because she was so scared, also revealed everything: from the pregnancy to the plot she and Hoang had hatched. All the evidence was against her. The man who once thought he could bury his wife and children coldly to protect a third person finally dug a hole to bury himself.
I had to stay in the hospital for several months to recover. Fortunately, the baby in the womb was still preserved, even though it was born prematurely but healthy. As I looked at the red-haired girl crying bitterly, I felt both happy and hurt. She almost lost her mother before she was born, just because of her father’s greed and betrayal.
The day Hoang went to court, I brought my son with me. He was thin, his eyes were confused, and he no longer looked arrogant. When I saw him, his eyes were a little red, but it was too late. He bowed at the verdict, and I hugged my little son tightly—a living testament to resilience.
The world was silent, pitied, and ashamed. I just felt my heart gradually cool down. I no longer held a grudge, because I understood that the heaviest punishment for Hoang was the fact that he lost his family, future, and freedom at his own hands.
My story spread like a wake-up call. That if love is tainted with betrayal, it will become a dagger. That no lie can be hidden forever. And that, even the most fragile woman, when standing on the border of life and death, can still be strong enough to overcome.
I now live in a small house with my children, and receive help from neighbors and friends. Every time I hold my child in my arms, I secretly thank life for giving me a second chance. I no longer cry for the past, but smile for the future – where my son and I will write a new story, without the shadow of the man who buried himself.