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My husband locked me in the basement for the sake of pure love.
While I was shivering in the cold, damp basement, my husband was knitting a scarf by hand for pure love.
I thought he didn't love me, so I divorced him and walked away.
But later, that proud and self-possessed man went crazy searching for me all over the world.

My Husband Locked Me in the Basement

After arriving in Shanghai and settling everything, it was already the next day.


I sent a timed text message to Alec using my old number, then immediately threw the SIM card into the trash.


Alec had prepared everything and waited for an hour in the dressing room without seeing me before realizing something was amiss.


He tried calling my phone, only to find it had been disconnected.


Opening WeChat to message me, he discovered I had blocked him there as well.


For a moment, Alec's heart felt as if a swarm of ants were crawling through it - numb and bitter.


A sense of helplessness suddenly enveloped him.


Seeing he couldn't reach me on any social media platform, Alec left the wedding venue and had his driver take him directly to Frost Manor, only to find the estate grounds were now devoid of any staff.


He roughly grabbed the real estate agent standing at the entrance.


Startled, the agent stammered in response:


Chapter 7