The Cage Wife’s Revenge

Chapter 9

Exhausted, on the brink of collapse, one of the men quietly muttered, "Boss, it's been days without any trace... the bodies of your wife and the girl... they might already be—"

Before he could finish, Milford slammed his fist into the man's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

His face was twisted with fury, his eyes dark and terrifying, like a wild animal. "Even if they were eaten by beasts, I still want those animals found. Rip their guts open—alive or dead, I need to bring Lori back!"

For days, Milford and his men slaughtered every animal they could find in the mountains. The air was thick with the smell of blood, nauseating and relentless. But still, there was no sign of me or Enid.

Eventually, Milford collapsed from exhaustion. When he woke, he thought it had all been a bad dream. He called my name, his voice hoarse with desperation.

All he heard was silence.

Stumbling into his study, he was hit with the reality of the divorce papers lying on his desk. The words were a punch to the gut.

I had left him a "wedding gift," but this was not what he had expected. I wanted a divorce. We had once promised each other a lifetime together, but in the end, it was him who had changed.

Now, Milford understood why, on that fateful morning, I had looked at him so calmly, even helping him adjust his tie as I watched him head off to marry someone else.

It was only when disappointment cuts deep enough that you stop caring completely.

Holding the divorce papers to his chest, Milford collapsed, the weight of it all breaking him. He cried out, a wounded animal in pain.

"Lori… did I lose you? You really don't want me anymore, do you? I'm sorry... please come back... This time, I'll never let you go…"

But it was too late. I wouldn't answer him ever again.

Meanwhile, I was already far away, with Enid in tow, settled in a quiet coastal town down south.

From the moment I decided to leave Milford, I'd been planning my escape with Enid. I knew him too well—fickle, but with a possessiveness that ran deep. He would never let us go without a fight.

The kidnapping had been the perfect cover, a way to stage my own death and finally break free.

That was the only way to get away from him for good.

By now, Milford had probably seen the divorce papers. I imagined he and Malissa's family were living their perfect life together.

Maybe it was better this way. At least now, Enid and I didn't have to worry about being dragged back into his dangerous world.

Enid, who had grown up in the North, loved the sea here. She was happier, finally able to play with other kids at her new kindergarten, instead of the private tutor Milford's wealth had provided before.

As for me, I opened a flower shop. Surrounded by the calming scent of blossoms every day, I could finally breathe. And when I woke up, Enid's sweet little face greeted me. Slowly, the darkness in my heart began to fade.

While we were living our peaceful life, things were falling apart for the Wrights back in the North.

In less than six months, Milford and his men had wiped out every major gang in the area. No one was spared, regardless of whether they had personal vendettas or not.

After each battle, Milford would beat their leaders within an inch of their lives, growling, "Where are my wife and daughter?"

But even Milford wasn't invincible. Along the way, someone broke his leg.

The pain wasn't just physical. Through whispers from the household staff, Milford began to uncover some shocking truths he had been blind to.

One of those truths was how Malissa had intentionally sabotaged her pregnancy to keep him from saving me.