When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 29

Chapter 29



Clyde seemed stunned by my indifference, his eyes filled with confusion as they met mine.

It used to be me chasing after him, and then, all of a sudden, declaring I didn't need him anymore must have been a shock. But maybe he didn't understand that my change of heart wasn't so sudden.

Suddenly, he became agitated, pinning me against the bathroom counter. "Don't need me anymore? What's that supposed to mean? You know Mrs. Patterson has a flurry of social events to attend. How can you 'not need'?"

I looked at him coldly, devoid of any emotion in my gaze. When I needed him the most, he wasn't there. And he insisted on offering himself when I'd moved past that need?

"What are you smirking about?" His frown deepened.

I pursed my lips, letting out a soft sigh. "Clyde, why bother? If you're looking for a presentable Mrs. Patterson, why not go with Kayla? A necklace of tens of thousands, the latest designer handbags, and your affection, she's the most presentable. She's the perfect Mrs. Patterson, isn't she?"

I pushed him away, annoyed, and returned to the dining table. There was no point in arguing any further. I was past the age of wanting to argue with him. In just three years, I felt like I had aged thirty. I was tired of fighting.

Clyde followed, sitting down with a huff.

Lucia looked at me with a forced smile. “Melanie, how long have you been feeling nauseous? Have you been vomiting a lot?"

Evelyn appeared concerned as well. "Are your periods regular?"

They thought I was

“Well, well, looks like

have the heart to shatter his illusion. But perhaps it was better to know some things sooner than later to save from

ladies and slowly spoke up, "No, I've just been having some stomach issues, not pregnant." Lucia visibly relaxed, leaning back in her chair with a lazy posture.

coughed loudly,

awkwardly. "No worries. You're both young. You're quite thin, which might make it difficult to

both families would like to see me

Clyde had no heirs, the Patterson

understood that, and so

Merritt

slammed

his fork down on

consider the future of the Patterson family. I only have Clyde as a grandson. You

clear about what mattered most, and not unkind to me, but deeply traditional. Once, I would

when Clyde suddenly spoke up. "Grandpa, please. Melanie and I are both busy, in the prime of our careers. Having a child

tightly, preventing my escape. Before his family, I had to maintain his dignity, so I stopped

just yet.

them with me? I still remember how disgusted he was

in

of three. Back then, he

wanted to be his family, and our child could be his closest kin. But he had hesitated. We had argued about it, and

mall where we tried a labor pain simulation. Hearing him scream, I was terrified. Then, pale and