When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

On the day of the press conference, Clyde and I were practically marionettes, reciting our prepared speeches according to plan. Every question from the journalists was pre-arranged, allowing us to respond with rehearsed ease.

I even had my ultrasound scan on hand, proving the tiny life growing inside me.

Most of the journalists, having good relations with the Patterson family, didn't press us too hard.

Their questions were straightforward, some even touching on matters concerning Ironvale.

Despite Clyde's scatterbrained moments, his memory served him well, remembering all the answers after just a few glances.

I stood by, forcing a smile, feeling somewhat superfluous.

But I had no choice; with our child on the way, my presence was mandatory.

To really make a splash with the press conference, a bunch of media outlets were broadcasting it live.

Watching the well-wishes stream across the big screen only deepened my sense of desolation.

Amid this facade of happiness, the congratulations felt hollow.

Suddenly, a journalist made her way to the front, microphone held high.

"Mrs. Patterson, are the rumors about your roommate online all false?"

"Sorry, there are too many rumors online, and most of them are unfounded."

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