When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 69

Chapter 69



"River, Melanie?"

Eliana was the first to snap out of it. She quickly grabbed Isla's phone and tossed it aside.

Then she yelled at the security guard, "What are you waiting for? Get them out of here! Now!"

I was just holding my head, tears streaming down my face, realizing my wig had indeed fallen off. Ever since I began wearing the wig, I had fretted about it slipping off. Now, having it forcibly removed and shown on live broadcast was a nightmare.

I couldn't bear to think about what the inte might say or think about me.

After everyone had left, Eliana frantically tried to fix the wig back on my head, but it just wouldn't sit right. She was on the verge of tears; I quickly took the wig from her.

"Let me do it."

Eliana looked at me, guilt written all over her face, "I'm so sorry, I should have stopped her earlier. It's all my fault, I was too focused on getting her to slip up."

Looking at my reflection in the glass of the booth, I quickly adjusted the wig.

"It's not your fault, you've helped me a lot already. Thank you, truly."

"If it weren't for you, I'd be the laughing stock by now, who knows what stories they'd be spinning."

I looked at her sincerely, but the guilt on her face only deepened.

"Melanie, is this some kind of new trend? You looked better with long hair, you know."

and she guided me to sit

shave your head, or is it due to an

you don't have cancer, do

her eyes brimming with tears, I gently

up, pacing back and forth in the

you there. Then you went off to Aurora, and

bit clueless, to connect the dots

so what about Clyde? Could he have figured it out too? For

to Eliana and returning to the office, Clyde came straight to my office. He stared at

opposite ends of the elevator,

in his office, I saw Kayla with

me, I

just wanted revenge, to stir up viewership, it

her look even more pitiful, as if she had even put on lipstick for effect, constantly

emotionlessly on

turned

"Clyde..."

"Out."

on her, never speaking a harsh word. I

huff, and Clyde sat down, his gaze fixed

told me everyone

head. Actually, seeing the

I felt a sense of relief. This way, I didn't have to worry about hiding my baldness anymore. And looking

well, and even gained some weight. I adjusted my wig, facing him

here just to ask about this? If there's nothing else, I'll

You used to love your

you wanted a short haircut,

getting frustrated, his words tumbling out incoherently. I smiled at him, not knowing what else to