The Caged Canary Finds Her Sky

Chapter 4

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ed ceiling of the Hamptons estate blinded me

ath my fingers, but his muscles were rigid. We reached the botto

e. She didn't even look up as we approached. She kept her eyes fixed on a wealt

ns turned their heads. Their eyes raked over my starry blue dress,

pulled his arm

," he said coldly, not looking at me. He turned an

ater. I couldn't touch alcohol because of the baby. I retreated to a quiet corne

doors of the hall swung open. A coll

n that clung to every curve. She walked with her chin hel

ately locked o

sparks across the room. I recognized it instantly. It was the finale piece from the Sotheby's spring au

wrapped around

d me in the corner. A vicious, triumpha

and walked straight toward me. The crowd of wome

from me. She looked me up and

rrounding guests to hear. "It looks so cheap. No label, I assume? You really

and sewed it myself," I replied evenly. "The

nearby-art investors-nodd

s flashed wit

r ankle twisted in an exaggerated, th

e glass of dark red Cabernet s

dice, staining the beautiful fabric with an ugly, dark patch. Because my reflexes were slightly dulle

out a fake cho

She covered her mouth with her h

he aggressively rubbed the napkin against my chest. Through the wet

shoved her hand away. My

uneven footsteps pushed throu

She threw herself against Holden's chest. "Holden! I tripped and sp

's waist. He pulled her close, protecting her

reezing me to the bone. I stared into his eyes, waiting for

e stain on my dress, his up

yourself. Go to the restro

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“My hands shook as I stared at the pregnancy test: "Pregnant." My dream of a family, born from a lonely orphanage childhood, was finally coming true. Then, a woman's laugh on the intercom, followed by Holden's cold voice revealing I was just a "tool" he'd dump with a check. The digital screen glowed, announcing the life growing inside me. After years in sterile orphanage rooms, I was finally going to build the complete home I always craved. I planned a romantic surprise for Holden, eager to share our news. But then, a piercing static from the intercom panel shattered the quiet. A woman's purr, Estella's voice, cut through the air, asking Holden when he'd dump "that boring, common woman upstairs." Holden's reply, flat and calculating, revealed I was merely a spotless tool to clean up his family's image, to be discarded after next month's charity gala. My knees gave out. I collapsed onto the freezing tile, the pregnancy test now a disgusting joke. Holden's footsteps approached, forcing me to hide the symbol of my shattered future deep in my makeup bag, dreading his discovery. He later presented a brutal prenuptial agreement, ensuring I'd leave with nothing. At a family dinner, Estella, adorned with the diamond necklace Holden bought for his "future wife," publicly humiliated me by spilling wine on my gown, while Holden embraced her and coldly ordered me to clean myself up. My tears stopped. The pathetic, frightened mask melted away, revealing a woman no longer naive, no longer controlled. Wiping away the ink of his false promises, I clutched my flat stomach, a silent vow forming. He thought I'd leave with a check and my shame, but I would make Holden Dalton learn what a real price was.”