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In the eighth month of pregnancy, my water broke.
I endured the severe pain and begged my husband Dashiell to take me to the hospital.
He pushed me away: "I'm in a work meeting, I don't have time to watch you act!"
But in his computer video, it was clearly his white moonlight's face.
I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak, and I begged him desperately. During the struggle, the ice sculpture on the table suddenly shattered to the ground.
After a silence, Dashiell grabbed my hair and threw me into the fish pond full of ice.
"Didn't you say you were going to give birth? Give birth here!"
"If the ice sculpture is broken, you and the child will pay together!"
I lost consciousness in the freezing cold water, and the blood dyed the pond crimson. When I was covered with frost and was about to become an ice sculpture, Dashiell finally fished me out with a fishing net.
He kicked me in the face: "When we got married, I told you that I don't like jealous women!"
Later I learned that the broken ice sculpture was a gift from his white moonlight.
I and the baby in my belly were his frozen toys to vent his anger.

My Husband Froze Me and Our Child into Works of Art

As I exited the old mansion, I found myself tightly surrounded by a swarm of paparazzi with cameras and eager fans.


"Miss, what's your relationship with Dashiell? Why were you at his parents' house?"


"Are you his aunt? You're so gorgeous!"


"Do you often have dinner with Dashiell? Is he as handsome and gentle in person as we imagine?"


"What's really going on between big bro and Iris? We're going crazy! Did you see the scene at the airport last time he picked her up? I was so upset I couldn't sleep well for three whole days."


Caught in the middle, I was mistaken for Dashiell's relative. They speculated about my identity for a long time, never guessing that I was Dashiell's lawful wife, registered in his household.


Of course, if I were in their shoes, I'd rather believe the dazzling Iris was his wife than suspect an ordinary woman with an out-of-shape figure.


Just as I was about to speak, the crowd surrounding me suddenly dispersed, swarming like bees towards something behind me.


Chapter 5