When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 24

Chapter 24



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Clyde's words hit me like a freight train. After all these years together, he knew what strings to pull, leaving no room for excuses.

I forced my eyes wide open, fighting back tears and refusing to let my eyes redden, especially not before him and Kayla. I didn't want to show weakness.

I nodded and left the office without another word in the end. Clyde was right. I had no say in the matters of the Patterson Group, and I certainly couldn't speak on its behalf.

Everyone knew I was the unwanted Mrs. Patterson, and my promises were worth only as much as I could personally uphold. But I had to take responsibility for this mess. I owed Jake an explanation.

When I arrived at his office, Jake smashed a coffee mug on the floor right before me. The mug shattered with a loud snap.

"Melanie, this isn't how we handle things. Do you know how much I've had to adjust our production schedule for the Patterson Group project?" Jake exploded. "Now you're pulling the rug out from under me? Is this your way of saying you don't want to work with me?"

I was at a loss for words. The Patterson Group had decided to go with Apex Group, leaving no room for a deal with Jake. I kept apologizing, trying to calm his anger.

But Jake was livid, standing up abruptly and shoving me toward the door.

felt something trickling from my nose, and then I saw the shock in Jake's eyes.

my nose and saw blood on my hand,

then yelled, "Call

I was okay. It was probably just a side effect of some medication.

entirely. I was vaguely aware of people lifting me onto a stretcher, chaotic footsteps around me, and someone repeatedly calling my

finally came

his wife were by my bed.

okay? How are

and immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Stone. I couldn't secure the deal, and now, you get caught up in this

it go. I know it's not your fault. You've had

anyone. It was more

me a glass

said it was a reaction to the medication, but they didn't specify which one. Jake already called Mr. Patterson, but his secretary

met mine, full of sympathy. I got the message loud and

passed, and Clyde hadn't shown up. He probably wouldn't come at all. Either

my phone. "Mr. Stone, my visit wasn't just to apologize. I'm here to

contacts

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I had previously

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and I've spoken with them. They're very interested in working with your company. Lkriow this mishap with the Patterson Group