When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 51

Chapter 51



Clyde's grip tightened around the engagement ring, and his eyes reddened with emotion. "Where's your wedding ring? Why aren't you wearing it? Melanie, what's this about?"

I shrugged, at a loss for words. Should I tell Clyde about the days when I was so broke that I couldn't even afford to see a doctor?

I knew Clyde would soften, but I didn't want his pity. Our marriage had hit rock bottom. Now that I had some money, I just wanted a shred of dignity. "Melanie, do you have any idea? I made that ring with my hands. I picked the diamond from many others and crafted it myself! I always thought I'd propose once I got a job and saved some money. Melanie!" His voice roared, tinged with a hint of choking emotion.

I stared at him, overwhelmed with sadness.

He appeared so wronged by my doings, but wasn't I? I had wondered why the wedding ring looked so cheap. Did leaving him mean I didn't deserve a beautiful diamond ring? But he never told me he made the ring himself.

I touched my bare ring finger, bowing my head. Perhaps it was all these misunderstandings that had brought us to this point.

I remained silent, and Clyde grew angrier.

He gave me a tight hug, his eyes turning red. "Melanie, don't I mean anything to you anymore? You won't even wear our wedding ring. All you care about is money. Doesn't love mean anything to you? You weren't like this before. No!"

his words absurd. Was love about bringing other women home and humiliating me? If his love was so valuable, was mine so cheap that he

up now? We had something real

and a quiet divorce seemed most

His gaze grew

Let's start over and work on our relationship! If you don't like

looked down at the ring and laughed. "Clyde, why are you being so ridiculous? Why insist I have it

His gaze was stubborn, just like him. "I told you, all those jewels were for

hold on, looking at him coldly. They were all for me, but Clyde never told me. Maybe he also told Kayla, giving her a chance. He didn't even ask why I wasn't wearing his custom jewelry, as if he never

are you

the ring drop to the floor. He stared

my dress in the walk-in

position, not bothering to pick up the ring. I didn't care anymore and walked out

returning to Jade's place,

computer,

"Jade,

hugged me, soon covering me in tears and

her back until she calmed

and there's a meeting tomorrow. What am I going to do? The design data is all wrong." She continued to sob as I glanced at

field, rarely making mistakes. However, after reviewing it, we