His Caged Bird Doesn't Beg
Piper Hayes · Completed · 6.7k Words
Introduction
For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.
What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.
Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.
He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."
He expected me to beg on my knees.
I didn't.
I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.
"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."
For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.
I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.
Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.
Chapter 1
Elena's POV
Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" my son Miles hates most.
For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.
What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.
Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.
He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."
He expected me to beg on my knees.
I didn't.
I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.
"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."
For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.
I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.
Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.
It's been three months since the divorce.
Now I sit in my Zurich studio, the Alps visible through the window, the Corridor of Light sketches spread across my desk.
No arguments. No tantrums. Just the scratch of pencil on paper.
This peace feels strange, like the past seven years were some absurd nightmare.
My thoughts drift back to three months ago, to the charity gala that finally shattered what little hope I had left.
I'd spent a month organizing that gala for Adrian's company image.
I stood in the corner wearing an old dress. Adrian said housewives didn't need to waste money on designer clothes.
Spotlights swung to the entrance. Adrian walked in with Sophie on his arm.
Sophie wore a constellation gown, a sapphire necklace glinting at her throat. The one I'd looked at twice. They stood in the spotlight like the perfect power couple.
My husband didn't even glance toward the corner.
"Mommy! Why are you hiding here?"
A sharp voice cut through the air.
Miles.
I moved to straighten his crooked bow tie, but he jerked back like I was something dirty.
Seven-year-old Miles has Adrian's features down to that superior expression.
He held a piece of cake Sophie just gave him.
"Miles, don't eat too much sugar. Your teeth—"
"Leave me alone!" Miles shouted, his voice piercing the quiet ballroom. "Sophie says I can have it! Sophie's a million times better than you! All you do is nag, you bad woman!"
The guests turned to stare.
Whispers drifted to me:
"That's Adrian's frumpy ex-wife, right?"
"Even her own kid can't stand her. How pathetic."
"Look at Sophie though. So sweet. No wonder Adrian prefers her."
I stood frozen. Then I reached for Miles's hand. "Miles, stop it. Come home with me."
"I'm not going! That house is cold and I hate you!"
Miles raised his hand and smashed the cake into my face.
The slap of it.
Everything stopped.
Frosting slid down my cheeks, covered my eyes.
Sophie gasped and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe Miles's hands. "Oh Miles, sweetie, you can't treat Mommy like that! I know she's strict, but she means well."
Adrian finally walked over.
He looked at my ruined face, disgust written all over his expression.
"Elena. Look at yourself. Isn't this embarrassing enough?" His voice dropped low. "Can't even handle a child. Go home. Stop embarrassing me here."
I wiped the frosting from my face, my vision blurred as I looked at father and son.
Miles hid behind Adrian and stuck his tongue out at me. "Ugly!"
Something inside me cracked. Like a load-bearing wall collapsing.
I didn't cry. Didn't scream.
I just looked at Miles. This child I carried for nine months. This child who nearly killed me in delivery. This child I stayed awake seventy-two hours straight for when he had that fever.
He looked at me like I was his enemy.
"Okay."
My voice sounded flat.
"I'll go."
I turned and left the ballroom. Behind me, glasses clinked and people laughed, like I was just trash being taken out.
But I know better.
This isn't running away.
This is the first decision I made standing in the rubble.
By the time I get back to the empty house, it's past midnight.
I head straight to the bathroom and turn on the cold water, scrubbing the frosting off my face.
The woman in the mirror is pale, with fine lines around her eyes and a hollow stare that's almost frightening.
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