The Cage of Lies - Chapter 01
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The Cage of Lies
Chapter 1
My husband, Jason, faked amnesia to get his girlfriend, Brittany, promoted to vice president -and to get rid of me.
I overheard Brittany say, “Aren’t you worried your wife won’t forgive you for this?”
Jason shrugged it off, “It’s just a little game for a week. Then I’ll claim my memory’s back. She can’t blame a sick guy, right?”
I froze, but didn’t expose him.
The next day, at the board meeting, Jason slammed his fist on the table. He declared
Brittany his wife and demanded I leave the company, handing over all my projects. Every employee watched, waiting for me to stop his ridiculous tantrum.
I didn’t resist. I quietly signed the resignation
papers.
He didn’t know the project deadline was only
seven days away, and the client only worked
with me, the key personnel.
In seven days, he wouldn’t get what he
wanted. Instead, he’d face a massive lawsuit
and jail time.
“You can leave, but you have to delete all
client and colleague contacts. They’re
company resources, not yours!” Brittany
stopped me as I was leaving.
Years of managing the company taught me that there was no such rule. She was
targeting me.
I turned to Jason: “Is this your idea too?”
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Jason stared at me, then coldly nodded.
If I deleted those contacts, there would be no turning back.
He was sure I wouldn’t leave, so he was being
aggressive.
And he wasn’t wrong.
Jason and I had been married for seven years, childless. The company was like our child, and I cherished it more than he did. I worked
tirelessly, never slacking off.
Last week, he proposed promoting Brittany to head of tech. Most of the older staff, wanting to curry favor, praised Brittany despite her obvious lack of experience, and it passed. Only I, seeing Brittany’s incompetence, had voted against Jason’s proposal, ignoring his embarrassment.
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He knew I’d never tolerate his schemes. To
get Brittany what she wanted, he resorted to
this ridiculous amnesia act, forcing my hand. Seeing us arguing, colleagues tried to
intervene: “Mrs. Evans, please calm down. Mr. Evans is just sick. As his wife, you need to be understanding and patient.”
Empowered, Jason declared, “My wife is the queen of this company! Anyone who messes with her is messing with me!”
The colleagues chuckled, teasing me, “See, Mrs. Evans, your husband loves you. He’s just sick and mistook someone else for you.”
Their envious looks didn’t make me happy.
The truth was the opposite.
Jason and I were respectful, but whenever a problem arose, he pressured me to
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compromise. He always opposed me,
regardless of right or wrong.
We fought a lot.
He’d always say, “You’re family. We can make
up at home, no matter what happens outside. But it’s different with others; once angry,
there’s no going back.”
I felt uncomfortable, but eventually agreed. Seeing him abandon principles for Brittany, I understood. True love means protecting someone when they’re hurt, not coldly
calculating the pros and cons.
Brittany kicked over my chair.
“Eleanor Evans, you shameless old woman!
Brittany is his wife! If you say another word,