He Kept Postponing Our Marriage for Her Crises… So I Ended It Myself Chapter 03
I wrapped my arms around myself and started down the stairs to the basement.
With every step, the cold pressed closer.
The door above slammed shut.
I stopped on the stairs. A bitter laugh slipped out before I could catch it.
The day we signed the marriage license, he’d held my face in both hands and said,
“Audrey, wait for me. When I’m ready, I’ll give you a wedding so big the whole city will see it. And I’ll carry you out of that house myself.”
His eyes had been so bright that night.
I believed him for three years.
Now our new home was right above me, and I’d been brought here after all.
Just not as his bride.
No windows. Nothing down here except a bare mattress thrown on the floor.
A few cardboard boxes sat stacked in the corner beside it.
The second I sat down, I heard something. A dry, scraping rustle.
Coming from behind the boxes.
I crept closer and looked.
Every hair on the back of my neck stood up.
