When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Rumors spread like wildfire, especially when there's a grain of truth to them. The gossip mills were working overtime, painting Clyde as wanting a divorce, feigning amnesia to escape our marriage. Some saw him splurging on luxury goods with Rachel, others spotted him inspecting construction sites, or schmoozing with business partners.

If he's forgotten everything, why is it only me he can't remember?

The online consensus was quick to label Clyde a playboy.

Several B-list celebrities he'd previously been associated with jumped on the bandwagon, even claiming intimate knowledge of our home. Then there was the resurfaced spat between Kayla Osborne and Clyde, convincing the public he was a repeat offender, unworthy of trust.

As the wronged woman, I garnered sympathy, while Clyde and Rachel faced vitriol. Yet, it was the Patterson family's reputation suffering the most. "Melanie, why the rush?" I was scolded.

"You know how much impact this online mess can have on the business!"

This was the first time the patriarch had lashed out at me, and I had no words in my defense.

Even Jade had mentioned, perhaps we both were at fault.

But the damage was done. It was time to salvage what we could, not let the situation spiral further.

Fenton, concerned for my wellbeing, had accompanied me back.

Seeing Grandpa's anger, he quickly intervened.

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hospital. Maybe we should just try to

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