Crushed By The Queen I Once Discarded

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 764 | Released on: 17/05/2026

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ched shriek of pure agony. It was short, brutally cut off, but it was enough

n began to spread on the pristine white floor beneath her, a sickeningly beautiful flower blooming in the arctic cold. My pupils contracted, the image burning itself onto the back of my eyes. The de

o my bicep, pulling me back from the edge. "She's always been a drama que

m. Of course. It was an act. But a primal, unfamiliar v

th all my strength. It didn't budge. I pulled again, my muscles s

vements were just a little too slow, a little too clumsy. "I've got the

urning, their curious whispers growing into a low murmur. They

to flash from a sprinkler head

hysical force, pressing in on me, drowning out the music, the whispers, my own frantic thoughts. Emergency s

a wave of bodies surging towards the exits. My perfect

ecurity, but my voice was a ghost, swal

er away, an automatic, frustrated gesture. She stumbled back, her face a mask of shock. In that moment, all I felt was a bu

rm a line, but the terrified herd of high society was too

main entrance burst inward with a deaf

ctional, with an unfamiliar medical insignia on their shoulders. They moved as one, their eyes cold and focused, com

ture, a silent command that stopped my men dead in their tracks. The sheer, lethal pressure rolling off him was

, unwavering line through the panicked crowd

able hydraulic cutter. He aimed the jaws at the thick, industrial lock on the

low and clear, cutting through

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Crushed By The Queen I Once Discarded

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“I was eight months pregnant. The office was dangerously hot, so I turned on the AC, despite my husband's assistant complaining that the cold worsened her period cramps. That evening, my husband Austen accused me of putting his assistant in the hospital. To "make it up to me," he invited me to a gathering at an exclusive club. But I didn't wake up at a party. I woke up locked inside a glass-walled freezer. Outside the glass, Austen stood with his arm wrapped around a perfectly healthy Deb. He raised a champagne flute to the city's elite, toasting to "cooling down" his hot-headed wife. His security guards stripped me to my underwear and forced my bare knees onto the ice. They poured buckets of freezing water over my head and my swollen belly. "Austen, please! Think about the baby!" I screamed and begged, but Deb discreetly pricked her own hand, showing Austen a drop of blood and crying that my cruelty was causing her ulcers to bleed. Austen's face twisted with rage. He called me a poison and ordered his men to pour more ice directly onto my skin. Lying on the freezing metal floor, I felt a warm trickle of blood run down my legs. I was losing our child, and the man I loved was watching it happen. But I didn't die in that freezing hell. When I woke up in the hospital, my supposedly dead billionaire father was holding my hand. I didn't shed a single tear for my broken marriage. I was going to take everything Austen had.”