When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 49

Chapter 49



At the Patterson Group's annual soiree, the evening unfolded with its usual flair despite the minor hiccup earlier. I, however, found myself nestled in a corner, the fear of losing the ring gnawing at me.

Even in my self-imposed isolation, folks kept approaching, eager for a chat. Being Mrs. Patterson, politeness urged me to smile, though my patience for small talk was wearing thin. Eventually, seeking refuge, I ducked into the ladies' room only to run into a thoroughly inebriated Eliana Chandler.

Eliana and I shared an alma mater, but our camaraderie ended there. Since freshman year, she seemed to have it out for me. It wasn't until a roommate spilled the beans that I understood why. Eliana had harbored feelings for Clyde, but I had unwittingly beat her to the punch.

She gave up on Clyde because her pride was hurt, and turned to bothering me instead.

I attempted to ignore her, but she snagged my arm, her words slurred yet cutting.

"Melanie, running away, heh? Feeling guilty?" she taunted.

"Eliana, you're drunk," I tried to deflect, struggling to free myself. It was a stark reminder of how powerless I felt, unable to shake off even a drunken Eliana.

Her grip remained firm as she sneered, "Quit your act, bitch! You once dumped Clyde for some rich guy, and now you're back? What, the gold digger wasn't enough, and you had to return and marry him, too? You don't love him, and why didn't you go to Aurorea with the rich guy? Why must you stick with Clyde?"

the truth I wished remained buried. While I had my frantic thoughts of recording her tirade for potential blackmail, Vinson, a senior from our college

Chandler, you've had too much. Let me help you to the lounge," Vinson offered, easily prying Eliana's hand off

rich guy to Aurorea, and you're here defending

added, "Oh, right. You went to Aurorea long ago. Sure, you didn't know what happened then.

Vinson summoned a waiter to escort Eliana away. I offered him a sheepish smile, apologizing for the scene.

guard, I glanced away.

my wrist softly before I could leave, fearing he might hurt me. "I was at the airport that day, spotting you with a middle-aged

on me. I swallowed hard, struggling to explain it. Everyone believed I had chased luxury abroad, unaware of the life-and-death stakes of my trip, known to only several close

Kayla burst into the scene, her

wrist

splendid dress, holding up bags of

right? What brought you back?" I washed my hands quietly, Kayla's presence a thorn in an

took a

cozying up

if you're

xel

and jewelry to him. They are too expensive, and I can't accept

hand the bags to me. Nor did I take them. Her