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.

emboldened, and my voice grew louder. Clyde didn't expect me to stand up to him like that after biting my tongue

revealing your true colors, huh? Thought you could keep up the

I regretted the words as soon as

sure enough, his laughter grew louder. "Stop the drama, will you? I checked with the doctor. A single stitch,

eyes, pain clutching

her to the doctor, but my stitch was

why I was at the doctor's office in the first place? Why didn't he inquire about my visit to the oncology department? Why didn't he wonder why

ask if he

was a

abandon a

causing

allergic reaction.

"Fine, I'm off to sleep. How else will

"Wait! This project was always your job.

quit." I hung up, fed up with

he was ringing me

ring, I snapped. "Clyde, what's your

over, worried I

Clyde cursed something

the other

saying,

seeing it

I calmed down a bit. Indeed, the project was