Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped In My Husband’s Golden Cage : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

ALVIN'S POV"Stay back."I said it to myself gently.This has been the internal instruction I had been giving myself for the last hour while I stood against the east wall watching a conversation I had no right to interrupt.Garrett and Sarah. I had watched from the holding room screen for weeks. Footage was footage. Compressed, distant, two-dimensional. In person, the details that the screen could not convey landed differently. The way Garrett's shoulders changed when she touched his arm. The space between them held something that did not require negotiation.I had also watched Michael cross the hall earlier, watched him move in relation to Sarah with the unconscious awareness of a person who had reorganised their internal geography around someone else. I watched her not move away. I watched the distance between them. It was not distance at all, but familiarity wearing distance as a courtesy.I had watched all of it.The screen had shown me the broad strokes. In person, I saw the te

SARAH'S POV"Move…the game is active."The guard pointed me toward the corridor entrance. Around me, every other player was moving with their partner, paired, coordinated, the specific advantage of having another person built into the game design.I walked in alone.The maze door sealed behind me.The first door was ten meters ahead. Two panels on opposite walls, shoulder height, clearly requiring simultaneous activation. The gap between them was eight feet. A person standing at one panel could not reach the other.I looked at both panels.Then I looked at the door between them.I ran at the left panel, pressed it with both palms, pivoted hard right, crossed the eight feet in under two seconds, hit the right panel with my shoulder, pressed it with my forearm while my other hand held contact.The door clicked.Too slow... A pair would have done it in four seconds. I had taken nine.The walls on the first section began moving inward. Thirty seconds per dead-end cost. I had no dead ends

CLAUDIA'S POV"Run it again."I said it to the empty room. There was nobody in the observation room. I had cleared it an hour ago because I thought better alone, and what I needed right now was to think without interruption.I ran the northeast service corridor footage again. Same pale maintenance lighting, same concrete walls and exactly the same corridor I had reviewed fourteen times already and found nothing meaningful in. Almost nothing.Frame four thousand, three hundred, twelve. A shadow on the left wall that did not correspond to any active light source in the corridor. Present for two frames. Then gone.It had taken me eleven passes to catch it. That bothered me considerably. I did not miss things eleven times.I pulled up the camera coverage map. Khalid's schematics, which I had spent weeks memorising before I took this building. Every lens position, every angle, every coverage overlap across all four floors. I knew the percentages for every section the way I knew the inside

SARAH'S POV"Viktor sent coordinates through Tom's channel. Everyone moves. And when I say move, I'm referring to now."Michael mentioned it quietly, already walking toward the east wall blind spot. I followed. Tom was already ahead of us. Garrett fell into step from the south side of the hall. Alvin came from the west, cutting across the player traffic without rushing.Viktor's coordinates had come through Tom's channel twenty minutes ago: a schematic overlay of the building's current guard positioning, Claudia's rotation gaps after the biometric announcement reshuffled her coverage, plus the service tunnel entry points Viktor had been using for eleven days.Michael had spent twenty minutes rebuilding the plan around it.He looked at all of us now."Eighty minutes before the registration closes, the access points," he opened. "We run the sequence in seventy. Here is how it works."He was fast. No preamble, no checking whether we were ready. He had decided we were ready."Viktor handl

MICHAEL'S POV"Forty seconds," Viktor warned. "Stay back."He was already at the door, Davina's device pressed against the biometric reader. The device was small, flat, and built from salvaged components that had no business working as well as they were working. The reader's light cycled from red to amber.I watched the corridor behind us. Empty. Contact two had pulled Claudia's guards to the fourth floor with a manufactured alarm twelve minutes ago. The observation room corridor had been clear since.Four minutes total window. Three minutes, forty seconds remaining.The reader clicked green.Viktor pushed the door open. We went through.The room was empty.Twenty-four screens covered the full wall. Every corridor, every game floor, the main hall, the northeast section, the exit positions, all of it running simultaneously in real time. Khalid had built this room to see everything at once. Claudia had been sitting in it for weeks, seeing everything at once.I sat down in the chair.It