Sylvia Albright's first love had accidentally gotten himself locked in an office. As punishment for me, she had me confined to a disused cold storage unit, telling me to "reflect." "You'll get a taste of what Liam went through," she’d sneered, "that's how you learn your lesson!" She locked me inside, leaving me with only a bowl of water. But what she didn't know was that it wasn't a disused cold storage unit at all. The moment she walked away, it powered on. I shivered, shaking uncontrollably from the cold, screaming for help. My bloody handprints, etched with desperate pleas, covered the door and walls. Seven days later, she decided it was time for me to apologize. She sent someone to open the cold storage, only to find a frozen corpse. … Sylvia Albright spent the day busy, then glanced at the time. "It's been three days. Has Daniel admitted his mistake yet?" "That man is as stubborn as they come!" Liam Thorne, her first love, entered, carrying a bowl of chicken soup. "Sylvia, let it go. He didn't mean it." "Three days is long enough," he added softly. Sylvia's expression softened instantly when she saw him. "You're too kind, Liam. If only Daniel were half as understanding as you." "Don't be so angry," Liam murmured, gently taking her hand. "He's just too possessive of you." At his words, Sylvia pulled out her phone and addressed her subordinate. "Has Daniel apologized?" "No, there's no sound from inside, Ms. Albright. Could something be wrong?" "What could possibly be wrong? If he won't admit his mistake, then let him stay there!" She hung up, her face reverting to its usual coldness. Liam Thorne, beside her, positively beamed with triumph. Sylvia Albright, you'll never get my apology. Because, you see, I'm already dead. I died three days ago. That "disused" cold storage unit, the moment they walked away, hummed to life. I was alone inside, screaming to a sky that wouldn't answer, to an earth that wouldn't listen. At first, there were still voices outside the door. I pounded on it, begging, pleading, only to be met by the cold indifference of the guards. "Ms. Albright said you need to reflect, sir. Please don't make things difficult for us." "No! Please! The cold storage is on! Someone, help me!" But then, the voices outside vanished. They were gone. Initially, I tried to stay calm, searching desperately for a way out. But as the temperature plummeted, my thoughts scattered. All I could do was run circles, trying to generate some heat. In the end, I couldn't even run anymore. My body felt like a block of ice. I curled into a corner, hoping to find a sliver of warmth. The unit had once stored seafood, but now, after the goods were moved, only empty shelves remained. I dragged them all in front of me, hoping to block the insidious chill. But it was useless. The moment I realized I was dying, my heart turned to ice. When I saw my own corpse, I actually flinched! There, in the corner, covered in frost, my eyes wide with despair. The door and walls were covered in my fingernail marks, my fingertips torn and bleeding. I was about to go closer, but the next second, I was swept away by an invisible force, drawn to Sylvia Albright's side. Hearing her words now, I found them utterly ridiculous. Sylvia Albright, I paid for my "reflection" with my life. In the next one, I pray I never see you again! I stood beside them, watching Sylvia and Liam gaze into each other's eyes. Liam pulled out his phone and handed it to her. "Sylvia, I booked tickets for the art exhibition. Will you come with me tomorrow?" "Alright. It's getting late. You should get some rest." Liam, however, held onto her hand. "I'm scared of the dark. Will you stay with me?" Sylvia's shoulders stiffened. She sighed, then reluctantly rose. I'd forgotten. Liam was living in our house. After he returned from abroad, his first move was to contact Sylvia. He feigned helplessness, claiming he was unfamiliar with the area, and insisted on staying at our home. It was laughable. He was a native, but five years abroad had somehow made him a stranger in his own city? When I protested, Sylvia had simply looked at me with annoyance. "Daniel, his parents aren't here. Do you know how dangerous it is for him to live alone?" I knew. Because before we got married, I lived alone in a rented apartment. Back then, Sylvia had told me, "Daniel, we need to respect ourselves. I don't want to live together before marriage." Thinking back, her double standards were a masterclass in hypocrisy. Sylvia accompanied Liam to the master bedroom. It was my room, originally. But the moment Liam arrived, he claimed it had the best light and he liked it, so Sylvia just handed it over to him. I watched, cold-eyed, as Sylvia led him to the master bedroom. Liam was about to leave when a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. CRACK! Thunder split the air. He shrieked and leaped into Sylvia's arms. Sylvia's body went rigid. Liam clung to her, trembling. "Sylvia, I'm so scared. Can you stay with me?" Sylvia's hand hovered over his back for a moment, then patted him gently. "Alright." At that moment, I felt like a complete clown. Because I was terrified of thunder too. I remembered when I lived alone, a sudden thunderstorm erupted at night, lightning flashing, thunder booming. The power went out, and my face went white with fear. I called her, hoping she'd comfort me. But what did Sylvia say? "How old are you, still so scared of thunder? Daniel, are you even a man? Don't use such tactics to get my attention. You're an adult now, independent. Behave, okay?" She hung up. That night, I huddled under my covers, relying on my phone's flashlight. I only managed to fall asleep when dawn broke. Thinking back now, I was truly pathetic. Sylvia didn't care at all. With me, she always seemed to have a wall between us. I forced a bitter laugh. Even though I was dead, the thunder still made me feel a chill. I hugged my arms, trembling, wanting to leave, but I couldn't move. I was stuck there, watching Sylvia embrace and comfort Liam. Liam, nestled in Sylvia's arms, shot me a sharp, triumphant look. I sighed. Liam Thorne would always be Sylvia's cherished first love, the one who got away. What was I to her? I shook my head, glancing outside. Even in death, I was afraid of thunder. But mercifully, the storm didn't last long. An hour later, the thunder faded, and Sylvia left the room. Liam watched her retreating back, a triumphant smile on his face. He muttered to himself, "Sylvia Albright, you'll always be mine. No one can take you away!" I was startled by his words. Even now, he was still obsessed with Sylvia. Then why did he leave her all those years ago? And Sylvia, too. If she couldn't forget him, why did she marry me? Back in her own room, Sylvia acted unusually. She stared at a photo of me on her phone, her voice heavy. "Daniel, I hope you've learned your lesson. If you just humble yourself and admit your mistake, I'll let you out!" I looked at Sylvia's face and found it comical. Humble myself? Admit my mistake? What did I do wrong? Liam getting locked in the office wasn't my fault! But Sylvia wouldn't listen to my explanations. Because Liam, with his manipulative, "green tea" tactics, had said he didn't blame me, Sylvia was convinced I was guilty. She locked me in that cold storage, causing my death, and now she still expected an apology from me? How ridiculous. Sylvia was a smart woman, capable enough to be a company CEO. She wasn't brainless. But when it came to Liam Thorne, she became deaf and blind. The next morning, the guards watching the cold storage felt something was off. They reported to Sylvia, trembling. "Ms. Albright, should we let Mr. Hayes out? There's been no sound from inside the cold storage, and that one bowl of water won't last five days!" Sylvia hesitated, then her voice hardened. "Without food or water, a bowl of water can last ten days. If he's so stubborn, then let him stay. I want to see how long he can hold out!" "But... but there's no sound at all. We're worried, what if Mr. Hayes..." "Don't worry. Daniel is just faking it!" Sylvia's single sentence had sealed my death sentence. The guards said nothing more. Just then, Liam Thorne walked in. Hearing Sylvia's words, a faint smile played on his lips. "Sylvia, let it go. It's been several days now, and I'm perfectly fine!" "No. He trapped you in that office for so long, he deserves to be punished." Liam's smile widened, though he said, "Sylvia, isn't it too much? After all, he's your husband." "He... he did it because of me. I keep bothering you, making him jealous. Just let him out!" Liam's words were sweet, seemingly advocating for me, but each sentence only served to condemn me further. Sylvia, predictably, fell for it. "Liam, you're always so soft-hearted. Fine, for your sake, I'll give him one more chance!" Liam's face stiffened for a moment. He hadn't expected Sylvia to say that.
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