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.

notice, sitting back down to

and the wait for a

pattern, pushed her away. "Kayla, please have some dignity. You go to your home,

attitude towards Kayla from the

me of how he had pushed me aside to go after

leave but now

trying to save face, quickly invoked Merritt. "Your grandfather asked you to take good care of me. Don't forget, upsetting me

actions and tone made it obvious, sparking

Maybe Kayla really has

be, Mr. Patterson came for Melanie,

Look at how

indeed thin, her posture

her actions throughout the day were clearly meant to broadcast she

aside,

corridor, he glared at her fiercely. "I told you,

dare stir things up again, or mention this to anyone, I'll make sure

making Kayla

Clyde

You're better off restinget o the

tomorrow."

for Kayla meant menial tasks

help but glance at Clyde. He was indeed

to retort, he pulled me

the car did his

young cop looking

had lunch

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

their actions, should fear

relayed the story without

a moment before looking at me with a

hate you,

the boy who used to help my parents, and that was enough