When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 44

Chapter 44



When I woke up the next day, I found myself still curled up in the armchair but covered with a thin blanket.

Clyde was sitting quietly on the bed, watching me. "You awake?"

I moved a bit, feeling sore all over. It turned out even the most expensive armchairs were not perfect for sleeping, especially not these single-seaters. I twisted my neck, fearing I might have a stiff neck.

He reached to rub my neck, but I pushed him away.

Clyde said unpleasantly, "Melanie, what are you doing? Preferring the couch over sharing a bed with me? You're my wife!"

The word "divorce" almost slipped out, but I swallowed it back down.

The Patterson Group was in chaos, and this was no time for harsh moves. Even though I was considering divorce, it needed to be handled discreetly.

Bringing it up at the time would drive Clyde mad. It would be better to embarrass oneself at home than in public.

I glanced downstairs, spotting Jade's car. Her call came in just then. "Melanie, I'm here. You up yet?"

Checking the time, it was only 7 a.m. Jade must've been up since dawn. I felt guilty.

I answered, "Give me ten minutes. I'll take a shower and head out."

"What're you up to?" Clyde attempted to follow me into the bathroom, but I pushed him out.

for a check-up. Don't worry." I locked the bathroom door firmly, wanting no

the door in frustration but eventually backed

changing, I rushed out

outside to me. "Melanie, heading to the

taking a friend to the hospital." I hurried out after changing

gaze from the second-floor window

"What's going on? Did you stay over? They didn't give you a hard time, did they? Merritt isn't just siding with

repay the Patterson family for their years of kindness. Jade didn't pry further,

"Jade, something

shook her head, dismissing another

you're busy, go ahead. Don't let me keep you

off and confirming my number, she mentioned

was hard

been at the conference if it weren't for my sudden message the day before. She repeatedly checked if I was okay before finally

during chemotherapy, the

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patients as frail and pitiful as

had someone waiting. I

nurse, full

so I forced myself to leave. I'd never liked hospitals, too many bad memories, yet couldn't stay

I instinctively grabbed for a

my footing there." Once steady, I looked

check-up? You don't seem okay."

quickly hid them in my

me. He helped me sit and bought me a Coke. I sipped it, suppressing the