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.

worry." I locked the bathroom door firmly, wanting

on the door in frustration

showering and changing, I rushed out

me. "Melanie, heading to the office this early without

hospital."

feel Clyde's gaze from the second-floor window

stay over? They didn't give you a hard time, did they? Merritt

not wanting to explain. After all, we were getting a divorce. I might as well repay the Patterson

"Jade,

head,

you're busy, go ahead. Don't let me keep you from work." I noticed "Manager" on

confirming my number, she mentioned

my chemotherapy." I knew it was hard for Jade to attain the position, and I urged her to

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

chemotherapy,

е

frail and pitiful as me. Maybe it was what watching life slip away felt

else had someone waiting. I

nurse, full of

alone in the hospital only made me feel worse, so I forced myself to leave. I'd never liked hospitals, too

instinctively grabbed for

I lost my footing there." Once steady, I looked up to find

okay." He eyed me, reaching

quickly hid them in my

believe me. He helped me sit and