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.

Don't worry." I locked the bathroom door

door in frustration but

changing, I

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

I'm taking a friend to the hospital."

the second-floor window but

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

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 hurry

asked, "Jade,

head, dismissing

keep you

confirming my number, she mentioned a

chemotherapy." I knew it was hard for Jade to attain the position,

have been at the conference if it weren't for my sudden message the day

during chemotherapy,

е

frail and pitiful as me. Maybe it

had

nurse, full

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

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

there." Once steady, I

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

my bag. "Just low

Vinson seemed to believe me. He helped me sit and