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

or perhaps not genuinely concerned. Had he bothered to visit the hospital or pull some strings,

much stress. I'll feel better in a couple

than me, making it impossible. For some reason, he was adamant about not letting

pressure against the door. "Melanie, you forgot Grandpa wants us back at the Patterson Mansion.

sure he couldn't enter. Yet, he didn't back down, as if determined not to leave

the door.

was around the corner, and we could part ways after that

a

out. Thankfully, the journey was uneventful, and upon arriving at the Patterson Mansion, only Evelyn was there. The

You two looking cozy together will squash any rumors. Just

us with

in.

for me, the sickly, non-pregnant woman, to remain Mrs. Patterson. Once Clyde

Our divorce

I brought along pain medication this time, ensuring

interested in sleeping, or perhaps she just wanted Clyde's

"Clyde, I had a nightmare. I'm so scared. Can you come

lay on the other side of the

out of bed, whispered a few words of comfort, and quickly

happened to be downstairs getting