The Caged Wife's Flight Plan - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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But what I got in return was humiliation—over and over again, like I was nothing.
When Sonny brought a woman home for the first time, I cried until my chest ached, unable to sleep the whole night. I kept waiting for him to comfort me, to tell me it was all some terrible misunderstanding. But instead, he just stared at me with those cold, indifferent eyes—like I was some stray animal he couldn't be bothered with.
"Next time you cry," he said, "shut the damn door. I don't want your sobbing ruining my night."
That night, I cried until there were no tears left. And in that moment, I finally saw him for what he really was—a man who pretended to be passionate but was colder and more selfish than anyone I'd ever known.
He never loved me. He didn't love Jennie, even after she was gone. He didn't even love his own flesh and blood. The only person Sonny Monroe ever loved was himself.
After that, I grew up fast. I locked my heart away, sealed it shut, and stopped hoping for anything from him. Being Mrs. Monroe became just another job—one I was ready to quit.
Now, the contract was up. The past was over. There was no love left between us, no hatred either—just emptiness.
That slap stunned him into silence. Sonny was a proud man. In the past, if anyone had dared to strike him in public, he would've destroyed them.
But this time? He just touched his cheek, then—unbelievably—laughed. He dismissed the bodyguards, waved off the crowd, and motioned for me to sit.
"Meredith," he said, smirking, "you've gotten interesting. Let's talk."
I didn't move. My guard was up, waiting for whatever cruel game he was playing now.
Then, out of nowhere, little Stephan came running from the car, throwing himself at me, sobbing.
"Dad, stop scaring Mom! If she gets mad, she'll leave forever!" He clung to me, his face streaked with tears. "Mom, I'm sorry! Please come home with me!"
In just a few days, he'd changed completely—from a spoiled, snarling brat to a trembling, desperate child.
Through his hiccupping words, I learned why.
The driver from the accident was badly hurt. Sonny had paid off the mess, but Stephan had still faced police questioning and the wrath of the Monroe family elders.
Failure had humbled him. He'd finally realized who actually cared about him.
"Dad just yells at me for embarrassing the family. Aunt Kenzie only gives me snacks. Nobody cooks for me, plays with me, or tells me stories like you do. They don't love me. Only you do, Mom." His cries grew louder, more pitiful.
But my heart stayed cold.
I pushed him away, my voice flat. "Stephan, you hurt me more than anyone in that family ever did."
I never loved Sonny. But Stephan? I gave him everything—every bit of love I had, the childhood I never got to have.
Growing up in an orphanage, all I ever wanted was a family. Since I couldn't have that, I poured it all into him.
But some things, when given too easily, aren't valued. And in the end, Stephan didn't just break my heart—he shattered it.
When Sonny brought a woman home for the first time, I cried until my chest ached, unable to sleep the whole night. I kept waiting for him to comfort me, to tell me it was all some terrible misunderstanding. But instead, he just stared at me with those cold, indifferent eyes—like I was some stray animal he couldn't be bothered with.
"Next time you cry," he said, "shut the damn door. I don't want your sobbing ruining my night."
That night, I cried until there were no tears left. And in that moment, I finally saw him for what he really was—a man who pretended to be passionate but was colder and more selfish than anyone I'd ever known.
He never loved me. He didn't love Jennie, even after she was gone. He didn't even love his own flesh and blood. The only person Sonny Monroe ever loved was himself.
After that, I grew up fast. I locked my heart away, sealed it shut, and stopped hoping for anything from him. Being Mrs. Monroe became just another job—one I was ready to quit.
Now, the contract was up. The past was over. There was no love left between us, no hatred either—just emptiness.
That slap stunned him into silence. Sonny was a proud man. In the past, if anyone had dared to strike him in public, he would've destroyed them.
But this time? He just touched his cheek, then—unbelievably—laughed. He dismissed the bodyguards, waved off the crowd, and motioned for me to sit.
"Meredith," he said, smirking, "you've gotten interesting. Let's talk."
I didn't move. My guard was up, waiting for whatever cruel game he was playing now.
Then, out of nowhere, little Stephan came running from the car, throwing himself at me, sobbing.
"Dad, stop scaring Mom! If she gets mad, she'll leave forever!" He clung to me, his face streaked with tears. "Mom, I'm sorry! Please come home with me!"
In just a few days, he'd changed completely—from a spoiled, snarling brat to a trembling, desperate child.
Through his hiccupping words, I learned why.
The driver from the accident was badly hurt. Sonny had paid off the mess, but Stephan had still faced police questioning and the wrath of the Monroe family elders.
Failure had humbled him. He'd finally realized who actually cared about him.
"Dad just yells at me for embarrassing the family. Aunt Kenzie only gives me snacks. Nobody cooks for me, plays with me, or tells me stories like you do. They don't love me. Only you do, Mom." His cries grew louder, more pitiful.
But my heart stayed cold.
I pushed him away, my voice flat. "Stephan, you hurt me more than anyone in that family ever did."
I never loved Sonny. But Stephan? I gave him everything—every bit of love I had, the childhood I never got to have.
Growing up in an orphanage, all I ever wanted was a family. Since I couldn't have that, I poured it all into him.
But some things, when given too easily, aren't valued. And in the end, Stephan didn't just break my heart—he shattered it.
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