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!"

bringing other women home and humiliating me? If his

now? We had something

anniversary was over, and a

still clung to me. His gaze grew fierce as if he could

over and work on our relationship! If you don't like that one, wear this one. It's a

being so ridiculous? Why insist I have it if

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

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 noticed I wasn't

grip and held out my hand. "Clyde, am I pretending not to know, or are you pretending not to let go? The ring isn't even my size. How can you claim

the ring drop to the floor. He stared at me, speechless. There was nothing he could

my dress in the walk-in

bothering to pick up the ring. I didn't care anymore and

Jade's place, I

worse, sitting before her computer, her hair a mess, her pajamas buttoned wrong, and it seemed she'd been

asked with concern, "Jade,

oh Mel..." She turned and hugged me,

patted her back until she calmed down a

tomorrow. What am I going to do? The design

However, after reviewing it, we found