The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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I kept that daffodil in my room as a constant reminder—freedom and dreams weren't given; they were earned.
After relentless effort, Zack and I convinced my superiors to let us partner up. We made a great team, and our bond grew stronger with each mission. Then, one day, he secretly filmed me on the job and posted it online. The video went viral, and suddenly, I was dubbed "the most beautiful captain." Slowly, I settled into this simple yet exhilarating life—until the day the plane landed.
My crew and I were debating dinner options when I spotted him.
Our eyes locked, and for a split second, the world around me blurred. Shock flickered across Sonny's face before his usual arrogance took over. He looked down at me—no, at everything—with that infuriating air of superiority.
"Meredith, come home when you're done playing. Stephan still needs you," he said, voice dripping with condescension.
I met his gaze without flinching. "Mr. Monroe, you're mistaken. I'm not his mother, and I have no obligation to care for him."
Sonny's brow furrowed. "How can you not—" He cut himself off.
For eight years, I'd heard the same refrain:
"Meredith, know your place. The Monroes took you in to serve, not to dream."
"Don't fool yourself—you're just a stand-in. How could you ever be Stephan's mother?"
Sonny wasn't oblivious to the whispers and sneers. He just didn't care. He'd grown used to my devotion, to treating my feelings as irrelevant. But no one wants to live as someone else's shadow.
My name was Meredith, and I mattered. I had my own dreams, my own sky to conquer. Why would I ever return to that gilded cage?
Sonny's grip tightened around my wrist, leaving angry red marks as he dragged me toward his Maybach. "You don't get to refuse. I decide when this ends."
My crew hesitated—intimidated by his status—but Zack lunged forward, ready to fight. Thanks to months of training, I wrenched free first and slapped Sonny hard across the face.
"Wake up, Sonny. You don't own me. Not after everything you threw away."
I was eighteen when we met—young, naive, and hopelessly infatuated with a man who had it all. I bent over backward to fit into his world, desperate for approval. But that girl was long gone.
After relentless effort, Zack and I convinced my superiors to let us partner up. We made a great team, and our bond grew stronger with each mission. Then, one day, he secretly filmed me on the job and posted it online. The video went viral, and suddenly, I was dubbed "the most beautiful captain." Slowly, I settled into this simple yet exhilarating life—until the day the plane landed.
My crew and I were debating dinner options when I spotted him.
Our eyes locked, and for a split second, the world around me blurred. Shock flickered across Sonny's face before his usual arrogance took over. He looked down at me—no, at everything—with that infuriating air of superiority.
"Meredith, come home when you're done playing. Stephan still needs you," he said, voice dripping with condescension.
I met his gaze without flinching. "Mr. Monroe, you're mistaken. I'm not his mother, and I have no obligation to care for him."
Sonny's brow furrowed. "How can you not—" He cut himself off.
For eight years, I'd heard the same refrain:
"Meredith, know your place. The Monroes took you in to serve, not to dream."
"Don't fool yourself—you're just a stand-in. How could you ever be Stephan's mother?"
Sonny wasn't oblivious to the whispers and sneers. He just didn't care. He'd grown used to my devotion, to treating my feelings as irrelevant. But no one wants to live as someone else's shadow.
My name was Meredith, and I mattered. I had my own dreams, my own sky to conquer. Why would I ever return to that gilded cage?
Sonny's grip tightened around my wrist, leaving angry red marks as he dragged me toward his Maybach. "You don't get to refuse. I decide when this ends."
My crew hesitated—intimidated by his status—but Zack lunged forward, ready to fight. Thanks to months of training, I wrenched free first and slapped Sonny hard across the face.
"Wake up, Sonny. You don't own me. Not after everything you threw away."
I was eighteen when we met—young, naive, and hopelessly infatuated with a man who had it all. I bent over backward to fit into his world, desperate for approval. But that girl was long gone.
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