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!"

closed my eyes, finding his words absurd. Was love about bringing other women home and humiliating me? If his love was so valuable, was mine so

We had something real once, but it's over. Let's

Patterson Group's anniversary was over, and a quiet

grew fierce as if he could

ring onto my finger. "You can't just think about divorce! Let's start over and work on our relationship! If you don't like that one, wear this one. It's a solitaire, expensive

are you being so ridiculous? Why insist

refusing to let me remove the ring. 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 can buy you another one. They were

Maybe he also told Kayla, giving her a chance. He didn't even ask why I wasn't wearing his custom jewelry, as

and held out my hand. "Clyde, am I pretending not to know, or are you pretending not to let go? The

stared at

him, changing my dress in

in the same position, not bothering to pick up

Jade's place,

energy drained. But Jade looked worse, sitting before her computer,

asked with concern, "Jade, what happened

me, soon covering me

I patted her back until she calmed down a

design is a mess, and there's a meeting tomorrow. What am I going to do? The design data

her field, rarely making mistakes. However, after