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!"

women home and humiliating me? If

We had something real once, but it's over. Let's split on good terms. I'll email you the

was over, and

gaze grew fierce as if he could

away, but he stubbornly slipped the 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

"Clyde, why are you being so ridiculous? Why insist I have it

all those jewels were for you. It was Kayla... anyway, I'll make it up

let Clyde 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 noticed I wasn't wearing our wedding

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 it was for

floor. He stared at

him, changing my dress in the

was still in the same position, not bothering to pick up the ring. I didn't care anymore

returning to Jade's place, I

But Jade looked worse, sitting before her computer, her hair a mess, her pajamas

asked with concern, "Jade, what

She turned and hugged me,

you?" I patted her back

to do?

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