ManyWriters

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 the words left my lips, a man wearing a black baseball cap and sunglasses burst into the convenience store. He grabbed me and yanked me outside. His large, warm hand enveloped mine until we reached the end of the alley, where I finally managed to wrench my hand free.


"Dashiell! I wasn't showing off our relationship in front of her, and I certainly wasn't jealous or saying anything out of spite."


"I made it clear to her that you don't love me, and I don't love you either!"


I shouted, but the air suddenly became thick with tension.


Dashiell took off his sunglasses, a glint of something flashing in his eyes. He stared at me, his eyes slightly red:


"I said I don't love you anymore. We have nothing to do with each other since our divorce!"


The hand gripping mine suddenly let go. I quickly pulled my hand back, instinctively taking a few steps backward:


"Let's end this here. I'm really, really tired."


Chapter 8