My Wife Locked My Daughter In The Basement

My wife, Ula Grove, was best friends with a man named Jordan Loof.

On the day we all gathered to celebrate Eira, Jordan’s daughter’s birthday, our own little girl, Faye, made the silly mistake of taking a bite of the cake ahead of time.

Ula flew into a rage and locked Faye in the basement.

“Why do you have to compete with Eira over everything? You even made her cry on her own birthday! It was just a piece of cake, yet you acted as if you had never seen a cake in your life!”

Ula then taped Faye’s mouth shut with adhesive tape.

“Stay right here and think about what you’ve done. You’re not coming out until three days have passed.”

The basement was pitch dark with no light at all, and there were poisonous spiders, too. Faye would not last half a day in there.

I cried and begged Ula to let Faye go, but Ula remained unmoved.

“What other tricks are you trying to pull? How many times do I have to tell you that Jordan has it hard enough raising a kid on his own? I asked you to be considerate, but you couldn’t! You and that little monster insist on doubling down on bullying a single-parent family!”

I clutched her sleeve and begged her to just let Faye out. I even swore that I would take Faye and vanish from her life.

Ula pulled away before kicking me to the floor.

Then, she said coldly, “Since you can’t stand to be away from her, then go rot in there with her! I’m sending Jordan and Eira abroad in three days, so you two can stay locked up until there’s no way you can bully them anymore.”

After Ula sent Jordan and Eira abroad to enjoy themselves, she finally remembered Faye and me.

She picked out gifts and was about to come pick us up when she received a call from her assistant, Alex Quill.

“Mr. Elwood and Faye are gone!”

I was thrown into the basement by a tall bodyguard named Eric Edwards.

My daughter, Faye Elwood, had already been locked in there for a while. Her mouth was taped shut, and she could only let out muffled whimpers. I fumbled through the darkness toward the sound and pulled her into my arms.

“Sweetheart, I’m right here. Please stop crying, okay?”

I carefully peeled the tape off her mouth, and the sound of it ripping away from her skin made my heart ache.

This was not the first time that my wife had punished our daughter in the basement because of her male best friend’s child. It had caused Faye to develop nyctophobia. Her entire body was trembling.

The moment the tape came off, she cried so heartbreakingly that it hurt my heart. I carried her to the basement door, where a sliver of light shone through the crack.

With one arm holding Faye, I pounded on the door with the other and shouted, “Open this door, Ula! She is your own daughter! She’s terrified of the dark. If you leave her down here, something bad is going to happen!”

Eric kicked the door hard in response.

“Keep it down in there! Ms. Grove is upstairs celebrating her goddaughter’s birthday. If you ruin this party for her, you’ll have much worse coming your way!”

I nodded vigorously in the dark, suddenly frantic with worry.

“Okay, I’ll be quiet! Just please let Faye out. She can’t take any more of this!”

I looked at Faye in my arms. She was too terrified to even cry anymore. All I could do was keep begging.

Eric grew impatient with my pleading and finally warned me harshly, “That’s enough, I’m not letting you out! If you keep pushing me, I’ll go get Ms. Grove. Trust me, next time, it won’t just be the basement you’ll have to worry about. Don’t you know where you stand with Ms. Grove? Why do you insist on provoking Mr. Loof? He is the apple of her eye!”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I was willing to be yelled at by Ula’s bodyguard, but I could not afford to risk Faye’s life.

So, I threatened him, “Faye is Ms. Grove’s only daughter! If something happens to her, do you really think you won’t be blamed? Call Ula right away!”

Eric hesitated before finally calling Ula on the phone.

The moment the call connected, I shouted out desperately, “Ula! Let Faye out! She’s already passed out from fear. If you keep her in here any longer, she’s not going to survive!”

Ula knew very well how severe Faye’s nyctophobia was.