When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 92

Chapter 92



All afternoon, my mind was elsewhere, haunted by Freya's words.

Merritt certainly had a knack for things; not only had Kayla's evidence vanished into thin air, but even the buzz online seemed to have been scrubbed clean.

In the Patterson family, a child's mother must be spotless, after all.

When Clyde walked into the office, I was zoning out in front of my computer.

Freya's face flashed before my eyes again. She seemed to have such a passion, such a sense of justice for everything and everyone.

Even though she knew I was in on the secret, she didn't press me but decided to investigate on her own.

Cops like her are rare indeed.

"Melanie, ready to head home? I've come to pick you up."

Clyde's smile was gentle, his voice much softer than usual.

Colleagues who hadn't left yet turned to stare at us as if they'd seen a ghost.

Three years of marriage, and this was the first time he'd come to the office to pick me up. Despite working in the same company, he had always ignored me. There were always other women by his side, coming to pick him up.

Ignoring the gossip-hungry glances from my colleagues, I packed up and stood. But before I could walk over, Kayla had already latched onto Clyde's

arm.

"Clyde, let's go home." she said in a sweet tone.

Now living in the Patterson Mansion, she clearly felt superior, her words a challenge thrown my way.

pretended not to notice, sitting back down to call

and the wait for a car was

please have some

he had shown this attitude towards Kayla

just seemed hypocritical, reminding me of how he had pushed me aside to go

now lingered at

asked you to take

pregnant, but her actions and tone made it obvious,

Maybe Kayla really has

came for Melanie, right? Maybe Kayla's

Look at how she's holding her

posture revealing nothing of

her actions throughout the day were clearly meant to broadcast she

her aside, also

he glared at her fiercely. "I told you, just have the child and

or mention

making Kayla

looked at Clyde with a pitiful gaze,

to You're better off restinget o the logistics

tomorrow."

meant menial

glance at Clyde.

Kayla a chance to retort, he pulled me

in the car did his mood

saw that young cop looking for you at

we had

was bound to know about anyone looking for me; I had no intention

Pattersons, bold in their actions, should fear no

story without embellishment

a moment before looking at

don't hate you,

was soft, seeing through him to the boy who used to help my