When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 8

Chapter 8



I retorted, "Your skin is thicker than an old leather jacket. You jetted off with your mistress on holiday and ditched work I wouldn't dare pull that stunt." When those words left Clyde's mouth, I knew what was unfolding. It looked like the client finally caught up to him. If my memory served me right, the project plans were set in stone ages ago. Their reaching out to me likely meant they wanted some revisions.

I was on top of this project a few months back, but life hit me like a freight train, and my work was the last thing on my mind.

I couldn't recall if it was Kayla hanging on Clyde's arm back then, but someone was, and clearly, he couldn't care less about me. He handed my responsibilities over to someone else and even had the nerve to dock my pay. I used to get a paycheck, but I'd got zilch.

He probably thought I was dead broke, desperate enough to come crawling back. But he was dead wrong. I wouldn't back down, especially when I was in the right.

When we were dating, he could never win an argument with me. Then, weakened by illness but with a mind sharper than ever, he'd got no chance. I fought back. "Oh, so only pop up when there's a problem, huh? Around when there's work, disappear when there's nothing to do?"

"A man of your caliber failing at a single project, Mr. Patterson? Needing to summon your wife to clean up your mess?"

"Or can't you live without me, huh? Spare me the disgust."

I've been feeling better these days, and with some cash to fund my treatments, I'm standing on firmer ground, especially after I checked last night. It wouldn't be against the law even if I broke into his safe and took every last dime. We never signed a prenup, so technically, half of his wealth was mine.

At worst, I'd be accused of damaging my property, and the cops couldn't care less.

What would be the better option, dying from this disease or putting up with his lectures? I guessed the latter would be better. At least that way, I wouldn't die.

up to him like that after biting my tongue

revealing your true colors, huh? Thought you could keep up the act? Claiming you're in the hospital, playing

words as soon as they left my mouth. He

grew louder. "Stop the drama, will you? I checked with the doctor. A

closed my eyes, pain clutching

Kayla, Clyde rushed her to the doctor, but my stitch was

didn't he ask why I was at the doctor's office in the first place? Why didn't he inquire about my

if he

was a trivial

a crucial

and causing Kayla

allergic reaction.

breath and replied emotionlessly, "Fine, I'm

your job. You're

quit." I hung up, fed

later, he was ringing me

I snapped. "Clyde, what's your deal? I said I'm out.

over, worried I might aggravate

Clyde cursed something

on the other

saying,

and you're seeing it through to

calmed down a bit. Indeed, the project was mine,