The Cage Wife’s Revenge

Chapter 4

There were milk stains on his pants, just below the belt—still damp. The faint, sickly-sweet scent of Malissa's perfume clung to the fabric.

I didn't need to guess what they'd just been doing.

My stomach twisted.

Then, a sharp knock at the door broke the silence. It was the maternity nurse from Malissa's room, flustered and out of breath.

"Sir, madam's breasts are engorged again. She's been holding back tears all morning. The baby hasn't fed, and her chest is rock hard. She's in so much pain—please, can you come?"

Milford didn't hesitate. He shoved me aside.

My injured leg gave out and I hit the floor hard.

He didn't even look back.

"She's in that much pain and no one told me sooner?" he snapped, already storming out. "What do I even pay you people for?"

"From now on, she's done nursing. Hire as many wet nurses as it takes—I don't want Lisa hurting for another damn second. And my son is not going hungry!"

And just like that, he was gone.

I stayed on the floor, frozen. Hollow.

My chest ached—not from the fall, but from remembering.

When he first brought Malissa into our home, Enid had just been born. I was still recovering from labor when the news came. I was so heartbroken, so furious, my milk dried up overnight. My breasts swelled until they felt like they'd been filled with stones—hot, throbbing, impossible to sleep through.

I'd begged him to hire help. A nurse. Anyone.

But he'd just stared me down coldly and said,

"Lori, you're a mob boss's daughter. You were raised to be tough. What's a little pain to someone like you?"

"I don't trust strangers in my house. What if they're spies sent by our enemies? I won't risk Lisa's safety."

"So, no. No nurse. You'll feed the baby yourself. You've always been the strong one. Just hold out a little longer, okay?"

But for Malissa? He'd move mountains.

No hesitation. No excuses. No suspicion.

So when did that start?

When did she go from "my sister-in-law" to "Lisa"… and now "my wife?"

And if she's the wife now… what does that make me?

A tremble shook my shoulders.

Then I felt a tiny hand tug at mine.

"Mama," Enid whispered, her voice soft and trembling. "Don't cry."