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."

her eyes widened, and she guided me

or is

don't have

her eyes brimming with tears, I gently squeezed her hand, then

stood up, pacing back and

saw you there. Then you went off to Aurora, and

a bit clueless, to connect the dots so quickly. I lowered my head, silently confirming her

he have figured it out

office, Clyde came straight to my office. He stared at my hair for a long moment before speaking

opposite ends

office, I saw

have to believe me, I didn't send Isla, I

harbored resentment. She just wanted revenge, to stir up viewership, it had nothing to do with

she had even put on lipstick for effect, constantly leaning towards

sat emotionlessly

turned

"Clyde..."

"Out."

was fuming; Clyde usually doted on her, never speaking a harsh word. I didn't

sat down, his gaze fixed

me everyone

head. Actually,

about hiding my baldness anymore. And looking at those

better lately, eating well, and even gained some weight. I adjusted my wig, facing him with a

here just to ask about this? If there's nothing

You used to love your long

understand, even if you wanted a short haircut, why go

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