Escaping His Cage: The Phoenix Wife Returns

Two minutes before midnight on the eve of my wedding, my phone buzzed.

I expected a sweet text from my groom, Liam.

Instead, I received a photo of him with his lips inches from another woman's neck.

The caption read:

"He's celebrating his last night of freedom. Are you sure you want to be the jailer?"

I didn't scream. I didn't cancel the wedding.

I walked down the aisle the next morning and looked at his handsome face.

I saw the scratch on his wrist—a souvenir from his mistress, Ava.