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.

commotion, my colleagues

"Are you seriously crashing our team dinner? With all these people here, why

folks from Aspire World

here to discuss a

a 'kept man'? Get your eyes

over the rightful wife,

from Aspire World had sharp tongues, and soon,

exchanged glances and burst into

was enjoyable, but the night brought less cheer. Even though the reporters had guessed the truth, none wanted to report it. The public

couple suspected

of being

Mrs. Patterson to take a share

The trending topics were

sensational than the last. I even found myself engrossed in fan fiction about us, marveling

to reality.

no

me as. I was someone

treatment for dear life.

Clyde called. I knew he wouldn't let this slide. Neither would the Patterson

insisted that we come

up. Let's go together." Clyde sounded resigned, probably headache-ridden from the

checked my phone,

doing. This time, I didn't refuse. Showing up alone

arriving at Patterson Mansion, Merritt was livid, even taking his frustration out on Clyde with a