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I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Few days passed . My days were spent idling in the Mansion . It provide nothing to entertain . Clara was even busy with her works so I didn't bother her much . She make sure all my demand and request were fulfilled . It was her duty indeed . I plastered a sour smile on my face in assurance that I am fine but my soul felt Caged .

If you put a Pigeon inside a cage, it will stay there and spend its whole time locked in four corners of a spacious room. If you add enough pinch of stupidity in the vial and poison the Pigeon with it, it would stay and be numb for its eternity. The only question that comes out of the ordinary is how did the Pigeon meet its death in its immured world? When you kneel in front of the whispers you tend to listen to, you can never outrun the exhilarating pain and stabs. If you come out of the open air to have a bit of a taste of scrutiny, expect freedom coming down at its own cost to none.

"Have you ever wondered what it's like to fly?" I asked quietly, watching as the clouds and birds floated across the blue sky above us. A bird was the first animal noise I had heard when Sapphire had broken us out of my in-ground prison, I had been fascinated with them since, but had fallen in love with them the moment I learned that they could fly. Could you imagine? Being able to fly away from your problems? Never having to look back.

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

KADE POV I watch the smoke curl from Brynn’s lips, disappearing into the night air. God, I’ve never wanted to be a cigarette so badly—just to feel those lips wrapped around me. Something in her whispered words makes me shift—a flicker of genuine concern breaking through my professional veneer. “One cage for another. Yeah.” I lean against the railing, letting a brief understanding pass between us. “The difference,” I murmur, “is that Vex’s cage has golden bars. Comfortable prison.”

He looks carefully at the abstract art he's drawing, "What is the theme? Mind telling me?" Tom picks up a small brush and takes some yellow color from the palette, staring at the drawing. "After a long time of struggle, a bird freed itself from its cage, it came to know the taste of freedom. It knew very well the world inside the cage, but what it didn't know was the outside world. The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowly.

"I have become like a bird. They can fly freely. They're not trapped in a golden cage like I am." “You just don't know, Lexie. Special birds of stunning beauty or birds with melodious voices are housed in expensive gold cages. You know why, it's because they're valuable.” Lexie stared blankly at Rafe who was grinning next to her. She knew what Rafe would say next. It was all printed clearly on his face. “You are precious, Lexie. You're not some cheap, easy-to-find women in this town. You're special." “At least give me a chance to get out. I don't want to be cooped up here and be your prisoner, Rafe."

The cage is closing. And this time, there’s no way out.

All the big and small beautiful and adorable birds were flying here and there according to their willpower. Inside the cage, every kind of facility was provided to the birds. Here she also saw a lot of toys in the cage. Seeing these beautiful birds, her face lightened with a smile. But her that smile lasts for only a few moments, as it was replaced by sadness and disappointment. The freedom of these birds is taken from them. She felt herself totally the same as these birds who were caged by Sikandar Shah. "Did you like my birds?" She was lost in her thoughts when Sikandar Shah wrapped his arms around her, back hugging her, and put his chin on her shoulder asking in a whispering.

“They took photos of our son while he hugged me. You want to go back there ?” My throat closes. I shake my head once. He exhales like it hurts. “Then stay. Please.” I look around again. At the pristine kitchen I’ll never cook in . At the couch that probably costs more than my car . At the man in front of me who looks like he’s bleeding from a wound no one can see . “I feel like a bird in a cage ,” I say. “A really expensive cage.” Julian flinches. Actually flinches.