When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 2

Chapter 2



I looked like something straight out of a horror show then. Three months back, the cancer came knocking again, and I'd withered away to nothing but skin and bones.

Then there was Kayla, pure and pretty as a picture, with her round face and bright eyes, a spitting image of the college me.

Compared to her, I wasn't just plain Jane. I was like the walking dead. But what could I do? I was probably on my last leg.

A colleague whispered a warning, "Mr. Patterson adores his wife. Don't stir trouble. Otherwise, you might bite off more than you can chew."

See, everyone thought Clyde was head over heels for me. But no one knew he'd rather see me dead.

Kayla scoffed but quickly plastered on a smile. "Melanie, Mr. Patterson's in the middle of an important video call. No interruptions. If you need anything, I can pass the message to him for you."

She meant she could waltz into Clyde's office anytime, flaunting it in my face. Her smile was pretty if you ignored the scheming in her eyes. And that smile did remind me of a younger me. No wonder Clyde saw her as something special.

Clyde's flings and assistants came and went, but it was more about gauging my reaction. At first, I'd fight back and argue with him. But I realized the more I did, the bolder he got. So, I pretended to see nothing. Even when he'd flaunt his affairs right before me, I could calmly shut the door behind

them.

movies, candlelit dinners, and matching outfits. I

my gaze on Kayla. "No worries. I'll wait for him

think you are, asking me to get

was stunned, face turning red. That arrogant attitude was all too familiar. Poor Clyde, finding someone so

coffee, earning a

you also know

in my

and Kayla exploded in tears. "Who are you calling that? The real homewrecker is

get any love! Mr.

ages. Clinging to him is

intending to drag

head, pitying her youthful arrogance. I

day after our first anniversary. Getting worked up for

which crashed to the

coffee stain on my black outfit,

be this cruel! Why resort to violence?" Clyde's voice rose, and there he was, cradling

wound was superficial,

but Clyde was

with worry.

the first aid