When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 9

Chapter 9



Having landed the gig, I didn't want to waste any time. After all, I had to make money. Post-operation, my mind was still super sharp even though my body was all weak.

When I called Lina, her voice trembled with emotion. "Melanie, you finally reached out. I thought you'd forgotten about me!"

Last year, Lina joined us as an intern before becoming my assistant. She was a bit of a free spirit but earnest and dedicated to her work. Most importantly, she could handle isolation, a necessary trait for design work, making her perfect for the position.

Before leaving the company, I had arranged for someone to look out for her, but it seemed she wasn't doing well. I cleared my throat, instructing her to bring me the plans and designs for the Radiant Systems project.

She hesitated. "Melanie, didn't you drop that project? I'm not sure they'll hand them over if I ask for the files."

I said, "Just say Clyde asked for them. Also, tell HR I'll work from home for the next few days, and you're my assistant again."

I needed my people around when I returned to work. I couldn't afford to go solo as before. Besides, I might need to keep working indefinitely to afford my medical bills.

Lina was dumbfounded when she arrived at the hospital. "Melanie, you get hospitalized because of the tumor..."

extended my hand weakly. "The files, please. Don't worry. The surgery went well. I'm not

do was cherish each day and strive to make

laptop. "I figured you wouldn't have brought yours. Use mine for now. How are

lamented how Clyde

is posting about it all over social media. And here you are, hospitalized, and he's off playing with his

lump all

with some fruits, trying to

this apple down to

took a

Melanie, aren't you angry? Are you and Mr. Crawford

unsure how to respond. Logically, I wanted a divorce. Our shared assets were substantial, but I only needed enough

Despite everything, Clyde was the only one in my heart, though he never knew. Given

handed Lina the annotated

them. "The Radiant Systems project must have caught the

can't afford

can't handle the

over. My old desk in the Design Department should still be available. Move there, but don't tell anyone

clutched the files tightly. "Not even Mr. Crawford? He must be unaware,

the laptop with a stoic face. I had informed him of my hospitalization, but he likely didn't believe me. I