When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 48

Chapter 48



Kayla was sobbing her heart out, making me the villain out of a soap opera, breaking up the perfect couple. But she conveniently forgot I wasn't clinging on for dear life but that Clyde wouldn't sign the divorce papers.

I had a million snarky comments ready, but with an audience this big, I couldn't tarnish the Patterson family's name.

Clyde's gaze landed on my hand, and instinctively, I covered it with my other hand.

Kayla sure had an eye for detail. Had she not mentioned it, I would've forgotten about selling the ring.

Her reminder made everyone notice.

"Mrs. Patterson isn't wearing her wedding ring. Hasn't been for a while, right?"

"I saw her at a meeting last time. She wasn't wearing it. I thought maybe the diamond was too big, inconvenient."

"I heard Melanie wanted a divorce long ago. Is that true?"

"How could Mr. Patterson not want a divorce? You're joking, right? It seems more like Melanie won't let go."

except for Kayla who kept crying. But he clearly didn't care about her

me a sharp glance before pulling me close. "Ladies and gentlemen, my wife isn't wearing her ring because I've ordered a new diamond ring. The old one was a bit embarrassing to bring out, something

clapped his hands, and someone rolled in a

incredulous. A company anniversary, and he bought a cake? And it had to be my once-favorite strawberry cake. It was too bad that

getting down on one knee. His action left me in an awkward limbo, unsure whether to laugh. Was he practicing for my funeral in

shouted, "Mr. Patterson,

at

one knee and slipped the ring on

some even chanting for a kiss. Then, Kayla ran out,

We were on the verge of divorce. Holding hands and

exit led her

no reason to cry. The diamond was decent, with the best eraftsmanship. Clyde must have had it rushed. No matter its

worth at least tens of millions. How rare was gemstone? Top quality stuff. Prices

jackpot. Compared to Cyther

none had

back at my stress over not having money for

have loved each other for

down, skeptical. Years of acquaintance, sure, but years of love? He could keep dreaming. As for happiness, I

gaze shifted to a corner of the crowd, and following his eyes, I saw Vinson standing

me, and I managed a

myself to