The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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After eight years of marriage into the wealthy Monroe family, I finally got pregnant.
But on the day of the diagnosis, Stephan pushed me down the stairs.
He stood over me, watching as I writhed in a growing pool of blood, his cold eyes as defiant and indifferent as his father's.
"You bitch," he spat. "First, you steal my mother's place, and now you dare dream of having a child to take what's mine? As long as I'm alive, I'll never let you get what you want."
The blood spread beneath me, the searing pain in my abdomen making my whole body tremble. Yet, strangely, I felt no grief—only relief.
Calmly, I met the gaze of the boy I had raised. Then, slowly, I said, "In that case, we'll never see each other again in this lifetime."
Stephan, only ten years old, frowned in confusion. His eyes were cold, guarded.
"What kind of trick are you playing now, you scheming witch?" he sneered.
The pain surged, and with it, the crushing realization—the child I never expected was gone forever.
I reached for my phone to call an ambulance, but Stephan lunged at me, smashing it against the floor.
"Trying to tattle to Dad? Don't even think about it!" His young face twisted with hatred far beyond his years.
I didn't understand. What had happened to the sweet, obedient boy I once knew?
Before I could make sense of it, the pain swallowed me whole, and I blacked out to the sound of Stephan's mocking laughter.
When I woke, Sonny sat at my bedside, his gaze indifferent.
"Meredith," he said coolly, "you should never have gotten pregnant without telling me."
I had no chance to explain before the doctor entered, holding my medical report.
"The patient suffered severe abdominal trauma and missed the critical treatment window. Conceiving again will be... unlikely. My condolences."
Sonny paused, his demeanor softening just slightly.
"I'll make Stephan apologize," he said. "Let this be a lesson. In this family, you have a role—stick to it. Don't overstep."
I knew Sonny didn't love me. Eight years of marriage, and after every rough night, he'd watch me swallow birth control pills without a word.
But last month, he had held me close, whispering against my ear, "Give me a child—one that's ours."
At the time, I'd been too dazed to question it. Now, I understood—his tenderness wasn't for me. He had mistaken me for Stephan's mother in the dark.
Not that it mattered. Even without this accident, I wouldn't have let the child live.
I nodded silently. Satisfied, Sonny left—and never visited again.
The day I returned to the Monroe mansion, Stephan was waiting at the door, clutching a box, his expression unreadable.
"Dad made me apologize," he muttered.
Cautiously, I took the box. When I opened it, my blood ran cold—inside lay a skinned puppy.
Stephan burst into laughter, delighted by my horror.
"You idiot! Did you really think I'd apologize?" he jeered. "I'm the heir of the Monroe family. You're nothing—just a parasite clinging to my father. If you don't disappear, I'll make sure you suffer."
His smile was cruel, his voice chillingly calm. "And trust me, I have plenty of ways to make you regret staying."
But on the day of the diagnosis, Stephan pushed me down the stairs.
He stood over me, watching as I writhed in a growing pool of blood, his cold eyes as defiant and indifferent as his father's.
"You bitch," he spat. "First, you steal my mother's place, and now you dare dream of having a child to take what's mine? As long as I'm alive, I'll never let you get what you want."
The blood spread beneath me, the searing pain in my abdomen making my whole body tremble. Yet, strangely, I felt no grief—only relief.
Calmly, I met the gaze of the boy I had raised. Then, slowly, I said, "In that case, we'll never see each other again in this lifetime."
Stephan, only ten years old, frowned in confusion. His eyes were cold, guarded.
"What kind of trick are you playing now, you scheming witch?" he sneered.
The pain surged, and with it, the crushing realization—the child I never expected was gone forever.
I reached for my phone to call an ambulance, but Stephan lunged at me, smashing it against the floor.
"Trying to tattle to Dad? Don't even think about it!" His young face twisted with hatred far beyond his years.
I didn't understand. What had happened to the sweet, obedient boy I once knew?
Before I could make sense of it, the pain swallowed me whole, and I blacked out to the sound of Stephan's mocking laughter.
When I woke, Sonny sat at my bedside, his gaze indifferent.
"Meredith," he said coolly, "you should never have gotten pregnant without telling me."
I had no chance to explain before the doctor entered, holding my medical report.
"The patient suffered severe abdominal trauma and missed the critical treatment window. Conceiving again will be... unlikely. My condolences."
Sonny paused, his demeanor softening just slightly.
"I'll make Stephan apologize," he said. "Let this be a lesson. In this family, you have a role—stick to it. Don't overstep."
I knew Sonny didn't love me. Eight years of marriage, and after every rough night, he'd watch me swallow birth control pills without a word.
But last month, he had held me close, whispering against my ear, "Give me a child—one that's ours."
At the time, I'd been too dazed to question it. Now, I understood—his tenderness wasn't for me. He had mistaken me for Stephan's mother in the dark.
Not that it mattered. Even without this accident, I wouldn't have let the child live.
I nodded silently. Satisfied, Sonny left—and never visited again.
The day I returned to the Monroe mansion, Stephan was waiting at the door, clutching a box, his expression unreadable.
"Dad made me apologize," he muttered.
Cautiously, I took the box. When I opened it, my blood ran cold—inside lay a skinned puppy.
Stephan burst into laughter, delighted by my horror.
"You idiot! Did you really think I'd apologize?" he jeered. "I'm the heir of the Monroe family. You're nothing—just a parasite clinging to my father. If you don't disappear, I'll make sure you suffer."
His smile was cruel, his voice chillingly calm. "And trust me, I have plenty of ways to make you regret staying."
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