Chapter 2 

– My heart started trembling with feat. 

I dug my Ungernails to my palms as I heard Lucas speaking tenderly to Sophia. 

You’re absobitely right–you always think of everything ” 

But how do we seal the coffin shut?” 

As soon as he finished speaking. Ethan spoke up in a cold voice, 

“Dad, I’ve got nails and a hammer in my workshop–that’ll seal it up tight.” 

Ethan’s words hit me like a thousand arrows piercing my heart. 

The pain was almost enough to make me lose conscioushess as I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. 

That workshop was my birthday gift to him. 

Knowing he loved wood carving, I searched the entire country until I found a master craftsman. 

To get this master to personally build that workshop, I flew back and forth dozens of times before finally convincing him. 

Now, the workshop I’d created for him was being used as a weapon against me. 

I pounded frantically on the coffin lid, but then I heard Lucas coldly instructing Mrs. Martha. 

“Martha, you handle sealing up the coffin.” 

“Don’t let her make a racket–our family of five is going on vacation, and I don’t want her disturbing Sophia or making her upset.” 

With that, I heard the door slam shut. 

My heart went completely cold, and my breathing stopped for several seconds. 

. Then Mrs. Martha came in with the nails, muttering angrily. 

“What a pain in the ass!” 

“Doesn’t have what it takes to be a rich man’s wife, but still threw herself at him–now I’m stuck dealing with this cursed coffin!” 

“Ugh, disgusting!” 

Mrs. Martha took the nails and started hammering away at the coffin lid. 

*Bang, bang, bang!“–one nail after another until the coffin was sealed tight as a drum. 

My body went rigid as I kicked desperately at the lid, but it was no use. 

“Martha, let me out…” 

I sobbed and clawed at the coffin lid with my fingernails, making horrible scratching sounds. 

“Martha, I’m terrified of enclosed spaces–I can’t breathe in here!” 

Mrs. Martha didn’t respond. 

After sealing the coffin, she just started scrolling through TikTok and walked out without a second thought. 

“Cough, cough, cough…” 

From all the screaming, my throat was raw and I couldn’t stop coughing. 

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The doctor’s warning flashed through my mind sexin. 

When the baby was one month along, the doctor told me I might have a miscarriage. 

It was only through shot after shot of progesterone that I managed to keep this child. 

Today marked exactly three months–the doctor said everything was stable now. 

I was planning to share this good news with Lucas and the boys. 

When my sister died giving birth to her fourth child, the four of them cried their hearts out. 

I thought the baby in my belly would bring some joy back to this family. 

I’d imagined all their different reactions–but never once did I think they’d lock me in a coffin. 

A sharp pain pierced my heart as my lower abdomen started cramping. 

I gently rubbed my belly, my tears all dried up. 

“Hang in there, baby. Mommy’s here. Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

The pain in my belly gradually eased. 

A bitter feeling welled up inside me as I felt around the coffin walls, trying to find the air holes. 

But after a few minutes, each breath brought stabbing pain, and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. 

These were classic signs of oxygen deprivation! 

Maybe there were no air holes at all?!