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!"

and humiliating me? If his love was so valuable, was mine so cheap that he could trample

emotion. "Clyde, 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

was over, and a quiet divorce seemed most

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

over

at the ring and laughed. "Clyde, why are you being so ridiculous? Why insist I have it if it wasn't for

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

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 ring.

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

stared at me,

my dress

still in the same position, not bothering to pick up the ring.

to Jade's place, I

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

concern, "Jade, what

and hugged me, soon covering

her back until she calmed

tomorrow. What am I going to do? The design data is all wrong." She continued to sob

top-notch in her field, rarely making mistakes. However, after reviewing it, we found the data had