Locked in the Cold for Her Mountain God

I'd been married for three years, and my husband remembered every single one of my periods, knew all my dislikes and preferences by heart.

Until his childhood sweetheart, Aria Smith, brought me chestnuts from her hometown.

Morning sickness hit me hard, and I spat out the chestnut in my mouth.

But Aria broke down crying and ran to complain to my husband.

"Bella ate the offering I prepared for the mountain god! What am I going to do? The mountain god will punish me!"

My husband, Tristan Hall, eyes red with anger, confronted me in disbelief.