When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 46

Chapter 46



Taking the day off anyway, I decided to crash back into my room and sleep. The second round of chemo hit harder than the last, leaving me wondering whether it was out to kill the cancer or me. The side effects had me feeling sick for a while, followed by a nosebleed. It felt like an eternity of discomfort before I finally adjusted to the ordeal about an hour later.

After a shower, I collapsed on my bed. With Clyde out of the picture, the world seemed eerily quiet, and I drifted into a restless sleep.

Unfortunately, Clyde's persistence knew no bounds as he appeared at Jade's place.

First, I heard the endless ringing of the doorbell, which quickly escalated to pounding on the door. "Melanie, Melanie! I know you're in there. Open up!"

Thankfully, it was daytime, so no neighbors had come to complain yet.

Despite feeling awful, I managed to open the door. "What do you want?"

He seemed stunned by my appearance, his mouth opening, and closing without a word for a moment.

I tried to close the door, but he quickly stopped it with his hand. "Melanie, let's talk."

I considered slamming the door on his fingers but eventually decided against it.

When he tried to step forward, I blocked the entryway. "Let's talk here."

It wasn't Jade who went for a

together, though not quite sharp enough or perhaps not genuinely concerned. Had he bothered to visit the hospital or pull some strings, he would've known

just low blood sugar and too much stress. I'll feel better in a couple of days if you and Kayla keep your distance. If

making it

you forgot Grandpa wants us back at the Patterson Mansion. It's not convenient for you and Jade to live together. Come home

he didn't back down, as if

the door. I'll be out in a

After all, the company's anniversary was

want Clyde to cause a scene that Jade would have

pass out. Thankfully, the journey was uneventful, and upon

front. You two looking cozy together will squash any rumors. Just ensure you're ready for the

us with a

chiming in.

love for me, the sickly, non-pregnant woman, to remain Mrs. Patterson. Once Clyde was out of the picture, their families could

be disappointed. Our divorce

them and headed straight to my room. I brought along

wasn't interested in sleeping, or perhaps she just wanted

Can you come over? I think I sprained my

lay on the other side of the

of bed, whispered a few words

he left, I happened to