Ch. The Cage of Lies 3 The Cage of Lies 3

Even the staff were uncomfortable. With my 

firm stance, the divorce proceeded quickly. 

I was emotionless, which angered Jason. He 

sulked, speeding up the process. 

Leaving the courthouse, I felt relieved. 

Brittany leaned over. Seeing my home 

address, she yelled, “Home? You’re divorced! 

It’s not your home anymore! Pack your things 

and get out!” 

Jason smiled. “Right, let’s get the outsider 

out so my wife can live here.” 

He was making room for Brittany. No normal 

man would accept this; I wouldn’t have either. 

But I calmly nodded. “Okay, I’ll move.” 

I booked a hotel. At home, I packed. 

Things were beyond Jason’s control. He 

softened, pretending to have some memory 

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back, showing me our wedding photo. 

“Eleanor, when was this taken?” 

I ignored him, packing. “Fake. I photoshopped 

it.” 

This enraged him. He threw my belongings 

outside. “Get out! Now!” 

He slammed the door. 

I picked up my things silently. 

Inside, Brittany said, “Jason, it’s my fault. I 

shouldn’t have wanted to be vice president. 

Seeing you divorce her makes me sad. I 

should clear things up with your wife.” 

Jason comforted her. “It’s not your fault. 

Eleanor’s too petty; she’s arguing with a sick 

man! We’ll ignore her. I’ll spend the next 

seven days with you, then I’ll talk to her. 

Eleanor is easy to appease. I’ll just snap my 

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fingers and she’ll come back.” 

I entered the elevator. 

He was wrong. It was truly over. 

The next few days were delightful. My ex- 

colleagues kept messaging. One called 

urgently. 

“Mrs. Evans, come back! The project 

deadline’s here!” 

I was about to refuse when I heard a 

commotion, followed by Brittany’s angry 

voice. 

“Eleanor Evans, you’re fired! Stay out of it.” 

The colleague protested, “Brittany, what are 

you doing? The company will lose a lot of 

money if the project fails!” 

Brittany scoffed, “What’s the fuss? I’ll finish 

the design. It’ll be ready soon.” 

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The colleague gasped. “Don’t be ridiculous! 

Your skill is terrible! Plus, the client 

specifically wants Mrs. Evans! You’re 

deceiving them! Where’s Mr. Evans? I need to 

talk to him!” 

Brittany threatened, “Jason’s sick! If you 

gossip, I’ll fire you all!” 

The call ended. I guessed the outcome. They 

wouldn’t risk it, they’d just endure. 

I stopped thinking about it. I enjoyed my 

freedom. I spent time with friends. 

On the seventh day, in a dress, with a 

bridesmaid’s corsage, I went to a friend’s 

wedding. I texted my friend: “The corsage fell 

off in the car, but I found it. I’ll be right there.” 

I heard a familiar voice. 

“Thank you all for coming to Brittany and my 

wedding…” 

I turned, seeing Brittany in a wedding dress, 

with Jason greeting guests. Their wedding 

photos were displayed. 

Brittany saw me, kissed Jason, and the 

guests screamed. 

Jason froze when he saw me. He distanced 

himself from Brittany. 

Brittany thought I was crashing the wedding 

and tearfully begged, “Sister, I truly love 

Jason. Please, don’t steal him!” 

Jason was about to defend her but saw my 

corsage. He thought I was getting married 

and his face went red. 

“Eleanor, how could you get married without 

telling me?” He tried to take the corsage to 

put it on me. 

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I grabbed his hand. “We’re divorced, Brittany. 

Please respect that.” 

Jason was ? 

distraught, briefly faking memory 

recovery. “Eleanor, why am I wearing a 

wedding dress? Are you marrying me again?” 

I held his hand. “Stop pretending. I heard 

everything about your amnesia plan with