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!"

other women home and humiliating me? If his

something real once, but it's over. Let's split on good terms. I'll email you the divorce papers. Think it over and then get back

was over, and a quiet divorce

grew fierce as if he could devour

my finger. "You can't just think about divorce! Let's start over and work on our relationship! If you

the ring and laughed. "Clyde, why are you being so ridiculous? Why insist

His gaze was stubborn, just like him. "I told you, all those jewels were for you. It was Kayla... anyway, I'll make it up to you. I

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

held out my hand. "Clyde, am I pretending not to know, or are you pretending

the ring drop to the floor. He stared at me, speechless.

him, changing my

the same position, not bothering to pick up the

returning to Jade's place, I

drained. But Jade looked worse, sitting before her computer, her hair a mess, her pajamas buttoned wrong, and it seemed she'd

asked with concern, "Jade,

turned and hugged me, soon covering me in tears

back until she

I going to do? The design data is all wrong." She continued

However, after reviewing