The Hidden Genius: Leaving His Cage

Chapter 8

Word Count: 713 | Released on: 03/11/2026

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the backseat. Gripping the steering wheel in the front,

the dim light hid my red-rimmed eyes. It would be over soon. Once the Zurich fir

tips against the wet windowpane. "That bagel shop

to peer out the glass, his

e they haven't c

t out a wi

h." Turning her head slightly toward the front seat, she

the traffic light

tion cross Kamilah's eyes before she drooped he

eny hate talking

au muttered, his brows pulling together as he glared at the back

member," I

turning her warm, misty gaze back to Beau. "Thank goodness I went to s

ilah was deliberately using the five years of his youth I had never been

the gas pedal and pulled into the unde

ance and pulled a metal shopping cart from the row. Ka

it. I haven't been gr

lready pulled today, I stepp

adling against her chest. Kamilah let out a sharp cr

dling her forearm like priceless por

the concrete garage. "Can't you speak without getting physical? Her c

face pale as paper. "Britteny didn't mean to

s face, I let go of the cart, turned on my heel, and walke

looked over Beau's shoulder and met my eyes, a

straight for the produce aisle alone. I had no idea where the two of th

e seasonal toy display toward the registers, I

ne on a video call with Chloe,

d shook it gently toward the screen, a so

If you want it, Uncle Beau will b

little girl's excited chee

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The Hidden Genius: Leaving His Cage

Saffron Hale Modern

“For three years, I swallowed my pride as the live-in husband of billionaire CEO Cierra Hunter, enduring endless humiliation just to pay my mother's astronomical medical bills. But when I went to City Hall, the clerk looked at me with pity and told me there was no record of our marriage. The certificate Cierra had given me was a crude forgery. Legally, I was completely single. She had bought my dignity with a piece of scrap paper. Worse, she didn't know that I had already found out my mother died two years ago. On the night my mother passed away, Cierra had turned off her phone to comfort her precious first love, Keon. She deliberately hid my mother's death, continuing to use the fake medical bills to control me, treating me like a dog, and demanding I serve Keon when he moved into our estate to play the victim. "He's just a dog I keep in the house. Once he takes the money, he's supposed to wag his tail." Hearing her mock me to Keon chilled me to the bone. She thought those fake bills could keep me trapped in her gilded cage forever, bowing to her every whim. But she had no idea I had secretly been winning international architectural bids under an anonymous name. I calmly burned the fake marriage certificate to ashes. Then, I accepted a Chief Designer offer from a top overseas firm, packed my bags, and walked out the door. This time, I choose to live for myself.”