Six Hours In The Freezer, The Divorce Note

Just because I wore the same designer suit as Sierra Langford’s boy toy, she had my clothes torn off in front of everyone and locked me in a walk-in freezer.

She didn't let me out until six hours later.

Right before I passed out from hypothermia, I heard her vicious voice echoing above me.

“Stop faking it. If I catch you bullying Hayden again, it won’t be as simple as a little cold air.”

I closed my eyes and gave a faint nod.

The day I was discharged from the hospital, Sierra threw a lavish