When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 3

Chapter 3



Before we walked down the aisle, Clyde and I had a prenup. He wanted a partner, and I was more interested in financial security. Each month, Clyde would transfer $200,000 into my account, assuring me I could ask for more if necessary.

He often remarked that he knew my love for him was conditional on financial comforts. Otherwise, why would I have left him years ago for that wealthy heir from Silicon Valley, only to return after a two-year hiatus?-

Clyde remained clueless about the true identity of the "wealthy heir" everyone discussed until then, but he believed I was just another gold digger. Despite the monthly allowance, I rarely asked for money. Yet, even with $200,000 a month, I often scraped by. To prevent my cancer from returning, I relied on expensive medication and tests, which drained my finances.

Today marked only the second time I'd asked Clyde for money since my mother's funeral.

Back then, he didn't hesitate to hand over one million dollars.

But this time, he gently brushed Kayla's hair as if he hadn't heard my request, soothing her with tender words. After Kayla calmed down, he looked up at me with a cold smirk and said, "Want money? Fine, but first, apologize on your knees. You hurt Kayla. You owe her an apology!"

Faking surprise at first, Kayla quickly switched to a smug smile. She tugged at Clyde's sleeve, acting coy. "Oh, come on, Clyde, let it go. I'm not that hurt. Maybe Melanie didn't mean it."

"It doesn't matter. Melanie needs to apologize. You're my priority," Clyde said, placing Kayla gently on the couch before pulling out his checkbook and scribbling a figure. "Apologize, and this five million dollars is yours."

check, feeling momentarily relieved from the pain. Clyde had a history of inviting women over to humiliate me, but that was always

time, for Kayla, he was using money to degrade me, to make me bow my head. He knew I wouldn't ask unless it was necessary. He wanted

there, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, their disdain,

stared at me with defiance, reminding me of her earlier words, "The real homewrecker is

actual pain I was in was blasting past the emotional mess I

turning to leave the office and their judgmental stares behind

wanted to torment me because he hated me. But it was about more than just my pride then. If he knew the money was for life-saving treatment and still refused, he'd

brink of collapse. The pain from my cancer was relentless, a

Remembering my mother's ste

forced myself to take some melatonin, hoping

to .Org

a message

for the next Monday. Please come by to make the payment in the next few

funds. Closing my

sent another message, suggesting a deposit to secure the surgery date. I didn't respond.

empty my mind, planning to sell my designer bags the following day

Clyde was

pursued Clyde despite his coldness and repeated