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!"

humiliating

we've been out of love for ages. Why bring this up now? We had something real once, but it's over. Let's split on good terms. I'll email you the divorce papers. Think

was over, and a

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

Let's start over and work on our relationship! If you don't like that one, wear this one. It's a solitaire, expensive enough for

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

tightly, 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,

coldly. They were all for me, but Clyde never told me. Maybe he also told Kayla, giving her a chance. He

to know, or are you pretending not to let go?

to the floor. He stared

him, changing my dress in the

position, not bothering to pick up the

Jade's

before her computer, her hair a mess, her pajamas

concern, "Jade, what happened

Mel..." She turned and hugged me, soon covering me in tears

back

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

was top-notch in her field, rarely making mistakes. However, after reviewing it,