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."

my insistence, he stuttered, "Melanie, are you sick? It wasn't Jade who went for

concerned. Had he bothered to visit the hospital or pull some strings, he would've known it wasn't just a check-up. But

low blood sugar and too much stress. I'll feel better in a couple of days if

far stronger than me, making it impossible. For some reason, he was

against the door. "Melanie, you forgot Grandpa wants us back at the Patterson Mansion. It's not convenient for you and Jade to live together. Come home with me." He cleared his

back down, as if determined not to leave

wait at the door. I'll

company's anniversary was around the corner, and we could part ways

cause a

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

looking cozy together will squash any rumors. Just

us

in.

non-pregnant woman, to remain Mrs. Patterson. Once Clyde was out of the picture, their

Our

my room. I brought along pain medication this

sleeping, or perhaps she just wanted

at night, she called, crying. "Clyde, I had a nightmare. I'm so scared. Can you come

other side of the bed,

bed, whispered a few words of

I happened to be