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.

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

on the door in frustration

showering and changing, I rushed out of the

car outside to me. "Melanie, heading to the office this early

taking a friend to the hospital." I

feel Clyde's gaze from the second-floor

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

explain. After all, we were getting a divorce. I might as well repay the Patterson family for their years of kindness. Jade didn't pry further, though she seemed in a

"Jade,

her head, dismissing

Don't let me keep you from work." I noticed

and confirming my

knew it was hard for Jade to attain the position, and I urged her

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

during chemotherapy, the

е

patients as frail and pitiful as

session, everyone else had someone

full

the hospital only made me feel worse, so

I hurried out, I stumbled, falling forward. I instinctively grabbed for

there." Once

check-up? You don't seem okay." He eyed me, reaching for

in my bag. "Just low

seemed to believe me. He helped me sit and bought me a Coke. I sipped it, suppressing the nausea