When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 30

Chapter 30



"What's gotten into you now?" Clyde didn't even turn around, clearly not keen on diving into that conversation.

I repeated myself, "Let's get a divorce."

He didn't love me anymore. It seemed he had found his true love, and I couldn't fathom why he was still clinging to me. Was it to get back at me for leaving him years ago? Weren't three years of this charade enough?

I had left for two years, and he had been parading his affair for three, making us even in my book. Leaving at the moment would be dignified for both of us, squaring all accounts.

He finally turned with a harsh glint in his eyes. "Melanie, what game are you playing now? Divorce? I bet you're just trying to get my attention. Haven't I done enough?"

I couldn't grasp what he meant. What had he done? So, does bringing his mistress into our house and expecting me to join family dinners count or what? Sure, that was quite the honor, indeed.

But before I could retort, nausea overcame me. I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up until I was dizzy. I hadn't eaten anything beforehand, and soon, I was retching, feeling slightly better after getting it all out.

Clyde was there, patting my back and handing me water. I could sense his anxiety, but I was too miserable to make out his words.

Suddenly, he lifted me despite my struggles. "Stop moving. I'm taking you to the hospital. You can't go on like this."

"No, don't!" I pushed against him, not wanting any part of a hospital visit.

It was just the side effects of chemotherapy. It would get

phone rang with Kayla's ringtone. He hesitated

it.

I still love you! So, you're leaving me for Melanie and going to see your family with her, right? Clyde, I'm at a bar, and this guy is staring at me. I'm so scared." Kayla's plaintive voice came through,

me, all torn up, but then he steeled himself and said into the phone, "Send me

my hand. I didn't

for me to come home. I'll drop Kayla off and take you to

Dizziness washed over me, and my head felt heavy. I remembered the doctor mentioning the possibility

out softly. He paused,

stay for me? In my last moments of clarity, I called Jade. Hoping for that telepathic connection between best friends, I feared I might

in the hospital the following day, I was grateful for having shared

me. “That bastard

crying and

got

So much for taking

my head. "Jade, I'm sorry

you apologizing to me? I'm the one who slept

check, looking at

to

is your second relapse, we can't take any chances. Someone

now on, you're staying with me. We're