The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"Just give in already and take Stephan back to your room to comfort him."
Everyone sang praises about the father-son duo, as if my eight years of suffering never happened. No one seemed to notice me standing there barefoot on the cold ground. Not a single soul asked how I was doing, if I was happy, or what I truly wanted.
They thought a few sweet words could coax me back into my cage - to clip my wings and burn myself out like some sacrificial candle for their comfort. But no. I was only twenty-six, with dreams still waiting to take flight.
I met Sonny's gaze unflinchingly. "Mr. Monroe, I refuse. I'd rather say goodbye forever than remain your unloved wife."
For the first time in his privileged life, the golden boy Sonny Monroe tasted rejection. His face cycled through shock to rage before he stormed off, leaving only a venomous parting shot: "You'll regret this, Meredith!"
As his words hung in the air, a jet roared overhead, vanishing into the clouds while a flock of birds soared free. Like them, I'd never regret choosing freedom.
The flight base welcomed me with open arms after my long journey. Senior Zack greeted me with a crisp new uniform and a proud smile. "Long time no see, top scorer of our batch."
The sunlight glinted off my name badge - "Meredith" finally where it belonged. Whether from the glare or the weight of my dreams, tears welled up as I whispered, "Long time no see."
Eight years. That's how long it took to hold this uniform that should've been mine years ago.
When I emerged wearing the gear, Zack did a double take before breaking into an impressed grin. "Damn, Meredith. That suit looks better on you than I ever imagined."
In this place where passion burned bright, I poured everything into training. Skeptical colleagues watched as I aced every test, their doubtful glances turning to respect.
On test flight day, the entire base gathered to cheer: "You've got this, Meredith!"
As the plane accelerated down the runway, my nerves steadied. Breaking through the clouds, I watched skyscrapers shrink to specks below. Those eight painful years - the struggles, the tears - all dissolved like mist beneath my wings.
The triumphant landing brought thunderous applause. Zack approached with a vibrant daffodil, eyes shining. "Knew you'd nail it. Meant to give you this eight years ago - a reminder to always love yourself like these golden blooms."
The flower's petals trembled in the wind as I inhaled its sweet promise - this was just the beginning.
Everyone sang praises about the father-son duo, as if my eight years of suffering never happened. No one seemed to notice me standing there barefoot on the cold ground. Not a single soul asked how I was doing, if I was happy, or what I truly wanted.
They thought a few sweet words could coax me back into my cage - to clip my wings and burn myself out like some sacrificial candle for their comfort. But no. I was only twenty-six, with dreams still waiting to take flight.
I met Sonny's gaze unflinchingly. "Mr. Monroe, I refuse. I'd rather say goodbye forever than remain your unloved wife."
For the first time in his privileged life, the golden boy Sonny Monroe tasted rejection. His face cycled through shock to rage before he stormed off, leaving only a venomous parting shot: "You'll regret this, Meredith!"
As his words hung in the air, a jet roared overhead, vanishing into the clouds while a flock of birds soared free. Like them, I'd never regret choosing freedom.
The flight base welcomed me with open arms after my long journey. Senior Zack greeted me with a crisp new uniform and a proud smile. "Long time no see, top scorer of our batch."
The sunlight glinted off my name badge - "Meredith" finally where it belonged. Whether from the glare or the weight of my dreams, tears welled up as I whispered, "Long time no see."
Eight years. That's how long it took to hold this uniform that should've been mine years ago.
When I emerged wearing the gear, Zack did a double take before breaking into an impressed grin. "Damn, Meredith. That suit looks better on you than I ever imagined."
In this place where passion burned bright, I poured everything into training. Skeptical colleagues watched as I aced every test, their doubtful glances turning to respect.
On test flight day, the entire base gathered to cheer: "You've got this, Meredith!"
As the plane accelerated down the runway, my nerves steadied. Breaking through the clouds, I watched skyscrapers shrink to specks below. Those eight painful years - the struggles, the tears - all dissolved like mist beneath my wings.
The triumphant landing brought thunderous applause. Zack approached with a vibrant daffodil, eyes shining. "Knew you'd nail it. Meant to give you this eight years ago - a reminder to always love yourself like these golden blooms."
The flower's petals trembled in the wind as I inhaled its sweet promise - this was just the beginning.
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