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."

forced a retort from me. "So? Why didn't you pick up Jake's calls? Right, you didn't take mine, either.

no expression, seeing surprise and a hint of panic in his eyes, which

reflect on yourself? You were never like this in college. Why push everything onto the innocent

calm. I seemed to have forgotten my college days. Did he even remember? Was I, then, not innocent? Did I deserve

back then. When my thesis got falsely accused of

else's work, especially since my accuser was a hardworking student from a poor background, making

was a revision of hers, and even my advisor doubted me. I felt my world collapsing. Whether

occasionally contacting me, until he showed up with video evidence and my discarded draft

school's surveillance with some classmates to find evidence of the theft and dug through the trash for my notes. For a whole week, he barely slept, reeking when he finally

bel.re

care.

light, the one I'd always

the time, his eyes held distrust for me, and

lesson I knew since

flowed from my nose, and I covered it

panicked, quickly reaching for tissues. "What's happening? What's

voice and