The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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"Mr. Monroe, I should go. I've already prepared the necessary instructions and tasks for the handover and given them to the housekeeper."
From now on, I wouldn't have to force my aching body out of bed at four in the morning just to cook breakfast that suited the father and son.
Sonny froze for a second before hurling the divorce agreement onto the floor.
"Are you out of your mind, Meredith?" he snarled. "Have you forgotten who owns this house?"
Before I could react, his fingers dug into my arm as he dragged me toward the bed. "You want to leave? Fine. But first, you're going to serve me one last time."
His weight crushed me, relentless and suffocating. I was a boat tossed in a storm, battered by waves of pain and fear until, finally, the tempest stilled.
When it was over, Sonny scrawled his signature across the divorce agreement and tossed a few crumpled bills at me.
"Almost forgot—our contract's expired," he said with a cold smirk. "Consider this your payment for tonight. Don't complain—a worn-out rag like you isn't worth more after eight years. But tell me, where do you think you'll go? An orphan with no family, no connections… who'd even want you?"
I turned away, my gaze landing on the wedding photo of Sonny and Jennie. The couple in the frame—her smile radiant, his eyes adoring.
"Will he do the same to you?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone.
Silence answered me. Only the scent of roses drifting through the window filled the air.
I already knew the answer.
When Sonny mistook me for Jennie, he was a different man—lavishing me with jewels, gifts, undivided attention. He'd move heaven and earth to please me, even if I asked for flowers in winter or snow in summer.
But none of it was ever mine.
Jennie, his arrogant, willful wife, had become a flawless memory the moment she died. No matter how hard I tried, I could never compete with a ghost in the hearts of these two men.
Every inch of my body ached. I needed medicine.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, icy water drenched me.
Stephan stood at the top of the stairs, his eyes glinting with malice.
"You scheming bitch," he spat. "Pretending to leave, then crawling back to seduce my father? You're disgusting."
The water seeped into my clothes, chilling me deeper than the cold ever could. Eight years of devotion, of tireless care—all of it meant nothing.
I retreated to my room in silence.
Then, through the haze of pain, my phone rang.
"Meredith, congratulations—you passed the pilot assessment!" The senior crew member's voice was warm, energizing. "On behalf of the team, welcome aboard. We can't wait to fly with you!"
The words melted the ice around my heart. Long after the call ended, my pulse still raced.
Becoming a pilot had been my dream since childhood.
Eight years ago, I'd held an acceptance letter from the Aviation College in my hands—until the Monroes came for me the day before I could leave.
From now on, I wouldn't have to force my aching body out of bed at four in the morning just to cook breakfast that suited the father and son.
Sonny froze for a second before hurling the divorce agreement onto the floor.
"Are you out of your mind, Meredith?" he snarled. "Have you forgotten who owns this house?"
Before I could react, his fingers dug into my arm as he dragged me toward the bed. "You want to leave? Fine. But first, you're going to serve me one last time."
His weight crushed me, relentless and suffocating. I was a boat tossed in a storm, battered by waves of pain and fear until, finally, the tempest stilled.
When it was over, Sonny scrawled his signature across the divorce agreement and tossed a few crumpled bills at me.
"Almost forgot—our contract's expired," he said with a cold smirk. "Consider this your payment for tonight. Don't complain—a worn-out rag like you isn't worth more after eight years. But tell me, where do you think you'll go? An orphan with no family, no connections… who'd even want you?"
I turned away, my gaze landing on the wedding photo of Sonny and Jennie. The couple in the frame—her smile radiant, his eyes adoring.
"Will he do the same to you?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone.
Silence answered me. Only the scent of roses drifting through the window filled the air.
I already knew the answer.
When Sonny mistook me for Jennie, he was a different man—lavishing me with jewels, gifts, undivided attention. He'd move heaven and earth to please me, even if I asked for flowers in winter or snow in summer.
But none of it was ever mine.
Jennie, his arrogant, willful wife, had become a flawless memory the moment she died. No matter how hard I tried, I could never compete with a ghost in the hearts of these two men.
Every inch of my body ached. I needed medicine.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, icy water drenched me.
Stephan stood at the top of the stairs, his eyes glinting with malice.
"You scheming bitch," he spat. "Pretending to leave, then crawling back to seduce my father? You're disgusting."
The water seeped into my clothes, chilling me deeper than the cold ever could. Eight years of devotion, of tireless care—all of it meant nothing.
I retreated to my room in silence.
Then, through the haze of pain, my phone rang.
"Meredith, congratulations—you passed the pilot assessment!" The senior crew member's voice was warm, energizing. "On behalf of the team, welcome aboard. We can't wait to fly with you!"
The words melted the ice around my heart. Long after the call ended, my pulse still raced.
Becoming a pilot had been my dream since childhood.
Eight years ago, I'd held an acceptance letter from the Aviation College in my hands—until the Monroes came for me the day before I could leave.
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