The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"Think about it—haven't I treated you well all these years? No matter how many women threw themselves at me, I never let anyone take your place."
Over the years, Sonny had enjoyed his share of lovers—escorting them to society events, whisking them away on trips. Sometimes on a whim, he'd even bring them home.
But without fail, none could handle Sonny's mercurial moods or Stephan's spoiled stubbornness. No one managed the household with my meticulous care.
So Sonny made me Mrs. Monroe. Not out of love. As a businessman, it was simply the most practical choice.
I stepped back from his embrace. "Mr. Monroe, you're forgetting something. All I've ever wanted was my freedom and my dreams."
I'd never wanted to join the Monroe family. But for the kind orphanage director who raised me, for my friends' ambitions—I'd played my part diligently.
Now with no obligations left? I was finally free to chase my own dreams.
"Meredith, you ungrateful—" Sonny's patience snapped as he shoved me away violently.
My back slammed into the carved mural before I could recover. His icy voice cut through the pain: "Leave then. But you take nothing from the Monroes."
The waiting housekeeper advanced with malicious intent. "Strip her."
Faced with such humiliation, I took control—removing each garment myself until only Sonny's throbbing veins remained. He hurled a nearby vase, bellowing, "OUT!" before dragging Kenzie into the bedroom. Her moans soon filled the hallway.
Stephan ground his heel into my discarded clothes. "Who do you think you are, bitch? I won't let you ruin Dad and Aunt Kenzie!"
I studied his round face. "You really adore her that much?"
"Damn right!" he spat. "If not for her, I'd never know you killed my mom! You drove her to her death just to steal her place! I hate you!"
As an orphan myself, I understood a motherless child's pain better than anyone. For eight years, I'd shielded Stephan—taking punishments meant for him, defending him, anticipating his every need.
Yet eight years of devotion couldn't compete with a stranger's poisonous lies.
"You've broken my heart, Stephan," I whispered, voice shaking.
"Like I care! I want Aunt Kenzie as my mom!"
Some lessons only time could teach. But I owed him nothing more. Let the Monroes burn—I'd never return.
I strode toward freedom, toward the childhood dream I'd postponed: soaring through clouds in a cockpit.
As I reached the roadside, Stephan came barreling—shoving me into the path of an oncoming car.
BANG—
Over the years, Sonny had enjoyed his share of lovers—escorting them to society events, whisking them away on trips. Sometimes on a whim, he'd even bring them home.
But without fail, none could handle Sonny's mercurial moods or Stephan's spoiled stubbornness. No one managed the household with my meticulous care.
So Sonny made me Mrs. Monroe. Not out of love. As a businessman, it was simply the most practical choice.
I stepped back from his embrace. "Mr. Monroe, you're forgetting something. All I've ever wanted was my freedom and my dreams."
I'd never wanted to join the Monroe family. But for the kind orphanage director who raised me, for my friends' ambitions—I'd played my part diligently.
Now with no obligations left? I was finally free to chase my own dreams.
"Meredith, you ungrateful—" Sonny's patience snapped as he shoved me away violently.
My back slammed into the carved mural before I could recover. His icy voice cut through the pain: "Leave then. But you take nothing from the Monroes."
The waiting housekeeper advanced with malicious intent. "Strip her."
Faced with such humiliation, I took control—removing each garment myself until only Sonny's throbbing veins remained. He hurled a nearby vase, bellowing, "OUT!" before dragging Kenzie into the bedroom. Her moans soon filled the hallway.
Stephan ground his heel into my discarded clothes. "Who do you think you are, bitch? I won't let you ruin Dad and Aunt Kenzie!"
I studied his round face. "You really adore her that much?"
"Damn right!" he spat. "If not for her, I'd never know you killed my mom! You drove her to her death just to steal her place! I hate you!"
As an orphan myself, I understood a motherless child's pain better than anyone. For eight years, I'd shielded Stephan—taking punishments meant for him, defending him, anticipating his every need.
Yet eight years of devotion couldn't compete with a stranger's poisonous lies.
"You've broken my heart, Stephan," I whispered, voice shaking.
"Like I care! I want Aunt Kenzie as my mom!"
Some lessons only time could teach. But I owed him nothing more. Let the Monroes burn—I'd never return.
I strode toward freedom, toward the childhood dream I'd postponed: soaring through clouds in a cockpit.
As I reached the roadside, Stephan came barreling—shoving me into the path of an oncoming car.
BANG—
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