When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 103

Chapter 103



Due to the complexity of my earlier surgery, a less invasive method wasn't feasible, resulting in scars that remain prominent, some appearing quite red and alarming.

In reality, they only saw a fraction of it. The lower scars would've probably scared them even more.

Lucky for Clyde, he had Kayla by his side, or he might've noticed something was off with me.

I had a good look at the woman in the video. Sure, our builds were somewhat similar, but there were flaws. To ensure "my" face was in the video, she always faced the camera, her chest in view, inadvertently proving it wasn't me in the footage.

Evelyn briskly walked over, buttoning up my shirt and glaring at Clyde. "How can you not trust your wife but believe what others say? Shouldn't you be the first to defend Melanie's innocence? If you had just told everyone from the start, Melanie wouldn't have had to go through this humiliation."

All eyes were on Clyde, and he stumbled over his words before saying, "I didn't know."

"You didn't know?" Evelyn looked at him incredulously. "Wasn't Melanie's surgery a major one? You didn't know? Don't family members have to sign on for surgeries?"

Everyone knew I had no other family. Clyde was it.

Clyde looked at me, his voice hoarse as he finally asked, "Melanie, when did you have the surgery?"

you and she were setting off fireworks at the beach, and she announced it on social media, that was

this wouldn't have happened!" He clenched his fists, stepping closer with a look of anger

smiled at him bitterly. Even at this moment, he dared to

retorted fiercely, "I called you, but you didn't answer. I asked you for money, but you sent me away because Kayla had a cut on her hand. While I was in surgery, you two seemed to have returned to our place, right? You even bought her my favorite cupcakes. And then, you seemed

a surgery. At worst,

merely stating the facts. For months, there

Because he

at

kind of surgery was it?

replied, the excuse I had prepared early on. It seemed plausible enough, given I was the long-suffering Mrs. Patterson, agitated to

hurled the coffee cup at

Kayla looked down, her lips pursed, lost

explain, "Grandpa, no, Melanie, listen,

to explain?" Merritt moved to hit him, but others quickly held

"It's good

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it. Clyde, let's get a divorce. Since you've had a child with someone else, and the Patterson family has accepted that child, it's

was breathing heavily and bowed deeply. "Merritt, I'm sorry. I've let you down But no matter who Mrs. Patterson is, I no longer wish to be her. I'll repay what owe the Patterson family later, but right now, I need to

wouldn't bear burdens that weren't mine