When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 70

Chapter 70



Back at the office, my colleagues cast curious glances my way. Lina approached, visibly trying not to stare at my head.

"Melanie, are you okay? That reporter was way out of line."

I touched my head playfully. "Pretty convincing wig, huh? Next time I'll go for Harley Quinn pigtails."

Lina couldn't help but laugh, though worry still flickered in her eyes.

"Melanie, why'd you go bald? You don't need to shave it all off for wigs, right?"

I repeated the explanation I'd given Clyde earlier, and everyone seemed to finally get it. After all, someone had noticed a patch missing from my head that day, but no one really questioned it further.

Vinson picked me up after work. Jade, fresh from a meeting outside, rushed over and gave me a tight hug.

"Melanie, you've been through so much. Has that reporter lost her mind?"

"I won't let her get away with this! Should we call the cops? This is outrageous!"

I patted her back, telling her not to worry. Isla had indeed gone off the deep end, but I suspected there were plenty of benefits driving her madness. Her phone, the latest model costing a fortune, along with her luxury bag and shoes, all screamed bribery. If I wasn't wrong, those were likely financed by what should have been our joint assets. Clyde seemed to have left work early too, hurrying over.

"Melanie, come home tonight, I.......”

"It's fine."

want to dwell on it, simply getting into

me. Now that everyone in the know was here, I couldn't help but feel a bit speechless. I had wanted to keep things

filled with chatter about what to eat, thankfully steering clear of my health issues, which eased my mind a

to be just, huh? Even bald, you're stunning, Melanie.

reluctantly, replying, "Still,

stop the chemo,

offering me a large piece of

cousin works at Aurorea Pharmaceuticals, focusing on cancer drugs. He says with today's tech, cancer's not the big bad wolf it used to be." "You're doing great. Just keep eating well,

cancer survivors now, many live to a ripe old age. You've got

went

mix of

food in front of me, I covered my

worries, you need to eat up

my plate,

that doctor, it's not

cunning, and

my life's not looking

"My family's chain needs a redesign, plus we're building a new five-story restaurant. You'll

me The Patterson Group's lowest bid,

was more

Clyde waiting

let's go home