Caleb was sitting in his office, the panoramic windows of which offered a breathtaking view of the city. A thunderstorm was starting outside, and clouds hung like lead slabs over the skyscrapers. He was waiting for her.

The door opened and you came in. Your appearance was in stark contrast to his austere, monochrome office.

“You're late,” Caleb stated dryly, without looking up from the documents.

“And you're not happy to see me,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “What a surprise.”

Caleb put down the papers and finally looked at you. “We need to discuss the charity event. Your exit must be perfect. Remember that the company's reputation is at stake.”

“Is my role just a pretty picture, Caleb? Your trophy?”

“It's a contract,” he snapped. “You have your responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities?” You grinned. “Follow your instructions, smile at the right people and keep quiet when I'm not being asked? You know, I'm really tired of this role.”

“Then remember that there are penalties for violating the contract,” he replied calmly. His tone was icy.

“Penalties don't scare me. I don't need your money. I have my own,” you said defiantly.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “And what do you need, dear wife?”

“Freedom,” you replied, looking him straight in the eye. “Freedom to do what I want, when I want it. And believe me, I'll find a way to get it.”

“Don't forget who you're talking to. You have obligations, and I will make you fulfill them.”

You went to the window, watching the lightning streak across the dark sky. “Do you think you're keeping me in a cage, Caleb? You're wrong. I choose where I am. And if I suddenly get bored, I'll find a way to throw this cage wide open.”

Caleb got up from the table and approached you. “You're trying my patience. You shouldn't do that.”