Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

MICHAEL'S POV"Contact one is confirmed," I muttered quietly. "He moves on my signal only. He does not know about the others."Sarah sat across the table and listened. She had her cup in both hands and her eyes on me."Contact two is in the east rotation," I continued. "He covers the corridor that runs behind the observation room. When I activate him, he creates a distraction at the north junction, pulls the secondary guards away from the communication room entrance for approximately four minutes.""Four minutes is not much,” she said. "It is enough if we move correctly.""And the third contact?""She is inside the supply chain. She has access to the service tunnel entry points on floors two and three. She will have the northeast tunnel open and unmonitored on my instruction."Sarah set her cup down. "You built all of this before you knew about Claudia?""I actually built it before I knew what I was building it for," I answered. "I came in here with resources because I do not enter s

SARAH'S POV"The realest thing I had."I responded without hesitation as I watched Claudia's face while I uttered it, and I did not look away from her for a single second.The office was still with its six guards. The tablet’s face down on the desk. Claudia was standing with her hands clasped and that careful, dangerous stillness that meant she was working through something.I did not give her time to work through it alone."You cannot fake vulnerability to a man who has spent his life watching people fake things," I continued. "And I believe you know that…You have studied him longer than I have. Michael Van Leer has been reading people since he was young in a cold room with a father who lied to him every day." I held her eyes. "If I had manufactured something for him, I believe he would have seen it in under a minute. So I did not manufacture anything.""I told him my feelings were becoming real," I paused. "That I was losing control of the distance between the assignment and what I

MICHAEL'S POVI found Sarah in the corridor outside the game prep area. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching the hall, and she looked up when I approached."Walk," I told her.We walked."New rotation starts in eighteen hours."Sarah did not flinch. She absorbed it the way she absorbed everything now, completely, then started building immediately."Which means?""The plan as it stands is dead.""Can contact two still create a distraction?""Without the window, a distraction buys us four minutes instead of twelve," I explained. "Four minutes does not get us to the communication room, through the override sequence, plus back out before her response closes in."She walked beside me for a moment… Thinking."Then we need a different entry point," she announced."Or a different moment entirely.""What does that mean?""It means I need to break my own rules," I answered.She looked at me sideways. I had told her early in the plan that the three contacts were kept

TOM'S POV"Look at the screen."Neither Alvin nor Garrett moved. They had both already looked. That was the problem. They had been looking at the same screen for two weeks, and what it showed was not getting easier to process.I was sitting on the floor with my back against the bed frame, watching the footage cycle. Game highlights, corridor footage, dining room. The paired arrangement Claudia had put in place. "The early footage looks different from the recent footage,” Garrett said. “Look at her shoulders in week one versus week three, look at how she holds her cup. She doesn’t check her exits when she sits down. She stopped checking her exits around day ten. That is not performance. I’m beginning to see a woman who has genuinely stopped feeling threatened by the person across the table." "She is not stupid," I pressed. "She went in with a strategy. But something happened inside the strategy. The screen has been showing me something for two weeks.""What are you saying exactly?" G

DAVINA'S POV"Still nothing."I said it to the windshield. The building across the street had not changed in four days. Same entrance, same two-man rotation at the door, same black SUV parked in the side lot that had not moved once.I put the binoculars down on the passenger seat.Two weeks of careful movement had brought me here. The notebook photograph had been the beginning. Someone had been inside my room, photographed every page, and sent it to me at the exact moment I made the call about Michael. The intention was not as a warning or threat but a demonstration. They wanted me to know they had access to me before I knew they existed.I traced the number back through three forwarded lines, two dormant servers, and one physical relay point in a building four blocks from the house.This building.I had expected Claudia. Claudia had the resources, the motivation, the pattern of behaviour that said she collected information on everyone before she needed it. Instead, the relay point co