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.

Jade for a check-up. Don't worry." I locked the bathroom door

in frustration but

I rushed

looked from the car outside to me. "Melanie, heading to the office this early without waiting for

friend to the hospital." I hurried out after

Clyde's gaze from the second-floor window but refused to look

stay over? They didn't give you

After all, we were getting a divorce. I might as well repay the Patterson family for their years of kindness. Jade didn't

asked, "Jade,

shook her head,

me keep you from work." I noticed "Manager"

my number, she mentioned a

I'll text you after my chemotherapy." I knew it was hard for Jade to attain the position,

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

chemotherapy, the

е

patients as frail and pitiful

else had someone

nurse, full

me feel worse, so

falling forward. I instinctively grabbed for a helping hand, which

Once steady, I looked up to

You don't seem okay." He

my bag. "Just low blood

pale face, Vinson seemed to believe me. He helped me sit and bought me a Coke. I sipped