Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns

Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns

Gavin

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Two minutes before midnight on the eve of my wedding, my phone buzzed. I expected a sweet text from my groom, Liam. Instead, I received a photo of him with his lips inches from another woman's neck. The caption read: "He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the jailer?" I didn't scream. I didn't cancel the wedding. I walked down the aisle the next morning and looked at his handsome face. I saw the scratch on his wrist-a souvenir from his mistress, Ava. Later, I overheard him tell his best man that I was just the "safe bet," a boring broodmare to provide an heir while he had fun with her. He thought I was a naive girl who believed in fairy tales. He thought he had secured his perfect life when I said, "I do." But he was wrong. When I discovered I was pregnant a few days later, I didn't celebrate. I realized this baby wasn't a blessing; it was a lock on my cage. Liam wanted a dynasty? He wanted a legacy? I looked at the positive test in my hand and made a cold, hard choice. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to destroy him. I wiped my tears, packed my documents, and prepared to burn his entire world to ash. The war had just begun.

Chapter 1

Two minutes before midnight on the eve of my wedding, my phone buzzed.

I expected a sweet text from my groom, Liam.

Instead, I received a photo of him with his lips inches from another woman's neck.

The caption read:

"He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the jailer?"

I didn't scream. I didn't cancel the wedding.

I walked down the aisle the next morning and looked at his handsome face.

I saw the scratch on his wrist-a souvenir from his mistress, Ava.

Later, I overheard him tell his best man that I was just the "safe bet," a boring broodmare to provide an heir while he had fun with her.

He thought I was a naive girl who believed in fairy tales.

He thought he had secured his perfect life when I said, "I do."

But he was wrong.

When I discovered I was pregnant a few days later, I didn't celebrate.

I realized this baby wasn't a blessing; it was a lock on my cage.

Liam wanted a dynasty? He wanted a legacy?

I looked at the positive test in my hand and made a cold, hard choice.

I wasn't going to just leave him.

I was going to destroy him.

I wiped my tears, packed my documents, and prepared to burn his entire world to ash.

The war had just begun.

Chapter 1

Maya POV

My phone buzzed at 11:58 PM, just two minutes before the day I was supposed to pledge my life to Liam Goldstein.

I was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the white lace of my wedding dress hanging on the closet door. It looked like a ghost suspended in the dim light.

I picked up the phone, expecting a text from my nervous groom or maybe an excited bridesmaid.

It wasn't.

It was a photo from a number I didn't recognize.

The image was grainy, taken in low light, but I knew the curve of that shoulder. I recognized the watch on that wrist-a Patek Philippe I had spent three months scouring Switzerland to find.

Liam.

And he wasn't alone. A woman with dark hair was pressed against him, her hand tangled in his collar, her lips inches from his.

Below the photo, a single line of text glowed on the screen: *He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the jailer?*

My thumb hovered over the glass. I didn't scream. I didn't throw the phone. I just felt a cold, heavy stone settle in the pit of my stomach, replacing the butterflies that had been fluttering there all day.

I zoomed in. The background was the VIP lounge of the Obsidian Club. I knew he was there. He had told me he was having a quiet drink with Mark.

I swiped out of the message and opened my gallery. I scrolled back to last week. Liam smiling at his phone while we were eating dinner. Liam stepping out to take a call in the middle of the night. Liam smelling like vanilla and expensive gin when he came back to bed.

The pieces didn't just fit; they slammed together with a deafening, final click.

I didn't sleep. I sat there while the sun came up, turning the ghost in the closet back into a wedding dress. I watched the sunrise paint the sky in colors that felt too cheerful for a funeral. Because that's what this was. The funeral of the girl who believed in fairy tales.

By the time the makeup artist arrived, I had become a statue.

"You look pale, Maya," she said, dabbing concealer under my eyes. "Cold feet?"

"Something like that," I whispered.

The ceremony was a blur of white flowers and hollow, swelling music. I walked down the aisle, my father's arm heavy on mine. I looked at Liam standing at the altar. He looked perfect. The classic tuxedo, the perfectly styled hair, the smile that used to make my knees weak.

Now, it just looked like a mask.

"I, Liam Goldstein, take you, Maya..."

His voice was steady. Deep. Convincing.

I looked down at his hands as he reached for mine to slide the diamond ring onto my finger. The platinum band felt like ice. That's when I saw it.

A thin, angry red scratch running along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist, just peeking out from under his starch-stiff cuff.

I flashed back to the photo. The woman's nails were long, painted a dark, blood red. Sharp.

I looked up at his face. He winked at me, a tiny, intimate gesture meant to reassure his blushing bride. The nausea hit me so hard I almost doubled over.

"I do," I said. The lie tasted like ash.

The reception was loud. Champagne flowed like water. Everyone was laughing, toasting the perfect couple. I felt like I was watching a movie through a sheet of dirty glass.

I needed air. I needed silence. I slipped away toward the restrooms.

"He's wrapped around your little finger, Ava."

The voice came from the alcove near the emergency exit. Mark. Liam's best man. His voice was slurred, heavy with drink.

"He knows what he wants," another voice answered. Low, sultry. "And he knows what he needs to do to keep the family happy. Maya is the safe bet. I'm the fun one."

I froze. My back pressed against the cold marble wall.

"Just don't get sloppy," Mark laughed. "He barely tolerates her as it is. If she finds out, it's a headache he doesn't want."

"She won't find out," Ava said. "She's too busy playing house. Besides, Liam promised me a trip to the Maldives next month. A 'business trip'."

I walked away. My heels clicked on the floor, a rhythmic countdown to an explosion.

Later that night, back in the suite that cost more than my college tuition, Liam loosened his tie. He poured two glasses of scotch and handed me one.

"We did it, Mrs. Goldstein," he said, clinking his glass against mine. "To us."

I looked at the amber liquid. I looked at the scratch on his wrist.

"Liam," I said. My voice was calm. Terrifyingly calm.

He looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, babe?"

"I have a rule," I said, setting the glass down on the table without drinking. "My bottom line is lies. If you ever cross it, if you ever make me look like a fool, I won't yell. I won't fight."

I stepped closer to him, searching the depths of the eyes I used to adore.

"I will disappear. And you will never find me."

He laughed, a short, dismissive sound. He pulled me into a hug, burying his face in my neck. "You're tired, Maya. You have an imagination. I love you. Only you."

I stood rigid in his arms, staring at the wall. The war had begun.

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