When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 25

Chapter 25



"Melanie, when did you become so unreasonable? You think threatening divorce will make up for the losses from you abandoning your post?" Clyde shouted, "If it's money you want, work for it. Don't act as if you own the Patterson Group."

Clyde's grip loosened. His frown remained persistent, looking like I was making a fuss over nothing. His words baffled me, seemingly forgetting I was his wife, and naturally, I had a stake in the company. But I didn't want to argue.

I shrugged. "When did I become so indispensable? How did the Patterson Group manage without me?"

"If I'm that crucial, my salary is a joke. Too low." I pushed him aside, tossing my bag onto the couch.

He disliked my attitude, gripping my wrist again, then paused. "You've lost weight again? Haven't you been eating?"

Surprised he noticed, I scoffed, unwilling to respond. I lost my appetite, and the doctor said chemotherapy might worsen it, but I had to eat, or I'd collapse. Looking at my reddened wrist, I sighed softly. I was indeed too thin. I might have a fracture next time.

"Melanie, can't you stop this? You're the head of the Design Department. There's so much waiting for your approval. You can't just leave work like this."

Why didn't you pick up Jake's calls?

of panic in his eyes, which quickly turned to anger. "Melanie, I had an important meeting this

you? Can't you ever reflect on yourself? You were never like this in college. Why push

to have forgotten my college days. Did

I felt tears well up. College was different because Clyde believed in me unconditionally back then. When my thesis got falsely accused of plagiarism, it could've been the best, yet

since my accuser was a hardworking student from a poor background, making her words

I felt my world collapsing. Whether I could graduate was one thing, and being falsely accused

friends stood by me. Clyde was missing for a week, only occasionally contacting me, until he showed up with video evidence and my discarded draft

theft and dug through the trash for my notes. For a whole week, he barely slept, reeking when

bel.re

care.

light, the one

eyes held distrust for

change, a lesson I knew since childhood but only truly understood

and I covered it with a tissue, but blood

looked at me, panicked, quickly reaching for tissues.

voice