When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 42

Chapter 42



"The person you're talking about is my legal husband, right?" I stood up, locking my gaze with the female reporter.

I felt like I'd seen her before, and then it hit me. She was in Kayla's social media posts.

There was a time when gossip in our group chat was all about a photo Kayla shared, dining out at some fancy steakhouse with this journalist.

I glanced at her name tag. "Isla? So, you're the BFF of my hubby's fling, huh?"

As soon as I dropped that bomb, all eyes in the room turned to her.

Her face turned red, but she still retorted, "So what? That doesn't change the fact that I'm a journalist with integrity."

As the cameras turned toward her, she took a moment to fix her hair. "I know the real scoop because I'm close with Kayla. She, Melanie, was desperate to marry Clyde, but the truth is, Clyde never loved her."

"Now that Clyde wants a divorce, she's shamelessly after his money. Shouldn't someone call her out for who she really is? How dare that homewrecker parade around like she's the victim?"

Her righteous tone made me burst into laughter.

I retorted, "Desperate to marry her? Did you even bother to check your facts? Clyde was the one who couldn't leave me alone. For your information, I filed for divorce. If you're so capable, ask him to hurry up."

I couldn't bother talking to her any longer, and soon enough, the restaurant's security was escorting the reporters out.

the commotion, my colleagues rushed

seriously crashing our team dinner? With all these people here,

Aspire World jumped to my

discuss a partnership, and you're

boss a 'kept

wife, are you all reincarnations

had sharp tongues, and soon, the reporters slinked away

exchanged glances

but the night brought less cheer. Even though the reporters had guessed the truth, none wanted to

Group's couple suspected

being a

take a share of Patterson Group

The trending topics were

the last. I even found myself engrossed in fan fiction about

were to

no

they painted me as. I was someone battling cancer, holding

treatment for dear life.

called. I knew he wouldn't let this slide. Neither

news and insisted

Clyde sounded resigned, probably headache-ridden from the social

my phone,

trends had been suppressed, which was likely the Patterson family's doing. This time, I didn't refuse. Showing up alone could

taking his frustration out