When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 28

Chapter 28



When the clock signaled the end of my workday, I hopped into a cab and headed straight for the Patterson Mansion. I knew Clyde wouldn't be there to pick me up. As expected, upon my arrival at the Patterson Mansion, Clyde was already inside, looking out of place among the lively chatter of the gathered crowd.

Lucia greeted me with a smirk, pulling me inside. "I was just saying, our daughter-in-law sure knows how to stretch a dollar. Your bag must be at least five or six years old by now. Could it still fetch a few bucks in a yard sale? And look at you, someone might mistake you for an intern, oh dear..." Lucia had always had a sharp tongue. She had once hoped to set Clyde up with her friend's daughter, but I had unexpectedly won Clyde's heart instead. Since then, she never missed a chance to throw a barb my way.

I smiled, letting her comments slide. Most of the Patterson family were well aware of my situation and saw me as a bit of a joke.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and quickly covered her mouth. "Oh dear, what am I saying? What you wear or use is up to Clyde's permission, right? Otherwise, you can't even open your wardrobe."

It was common knowledge among the Patterson family, and their looks of disdain were all too familiar.

Clyde's face stiffened, and he stared at me with displeasure. I knew I was an embarrassment to him. But what could I do?

"Lucia's right. I have no right to use things around the house as I please." I kept my smile, nodding politely to Lucia and the others.

Merritt, the elder patriarch, coughed loudly and waved me over. "Melanie, come sit down. I hear you've gone back to work. Why put yourself through all that hardship?"

He was from the older generation, believing a woman's place was at home, not meddling in business affairs. Unfortunately for him, being a traditional housewife was the last thing on my mind.

him, listening

scoffed at me, "A pauper's daughter just doesn't

at such an important family gathering

glanced at the necklace around Lucia's neck and raised an eyebrow.

seen my mother wear countless pieces of exquisite jewelry. I

name for himself among his generation. The others were living off

you spouting? What would you know, coming from such a humble

felt nauseous

bathroom. I

wouldn't be the

wrong.

bad,

up, I felt weak

me a glass of water. I rinsed my mouth without a word of

Clyde asked, his tone mixed with

an upset

press further, instead asking the staff to bring me another glass of water.

watched me quietly, then asked, "Why didn't you

coldly.

it ridiculous? I need your permission to wear my clothes. Each time I call Gemma, do you know

do.