When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

I managed to extricate myself from Vinson's embrace just in time to see Clyde standing at the door, with Rachel shadowing him as usual. Wherever Clyde went, Rachel was sure to follow, clinging to him like a shadow to its owner.

Vinson pulled out a tissue to wipe my tears away before positioning himself protectively in front of me.

"What's the murderer doing here?" he asked, his voice cold.

Clyde seemed taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered with a laugh. "Who have I killed? Don't throw around accusations."

Rachel, with her pale face and dark eyes fixed on me, spoke up with a dismissive tone, "Melanie, honey, that baby was never meant to be."

I stared back at her, then turned my gaze to Clyde. "Get out," I said firmly.

Whether his memory was playing tricks on him or not, I didn't want him anywhere near me. Vinson was right; Clyde was a murderer, having played a part in the loss of our child. Even if the child was never meant to come into this world, Clyde was the final executioner.

Clyde wrapped his arm around Rachel and said, "Do you think I would've come if Rachel hadn't told me about your miscarriage and asked me to check on you?"

"Rachel's sick herself, yet she insisted on visiting you. Is that the thanks she gets?"

"Well, then, please, by all means, take your mistress and leave," I retorted.

Vinson didn't hesitate to push them towards the door, adding, "Careful now, or your little secret might just get out when the reporters show up."

fixed on me, but then she suddenly laughed, "Vinson, you really do care for her, don't you? You've been after

"So, is the child yours? That would

here, wearing the cuckold's horns, all while bearing the brunt for the

reporters with their phones

your breath on her. There are reporters," I warned, trying to keep my

intending to drag us all down to destroy

moment before muttering under his breath, "A miscarriage?" As Vinson

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exasperated, "He's lost h

Tell me he's crazy,

looked at him helplessly, realizing in that moment that Clyde had confused the DNA test he had done for Kayla Osborne's child

comforting words and assured me not to worry about the company before he had

returned, her face was etched with concern. "Where's Jade? Wasn't she with you? The Patterson Group's in trouble again. She asked me to take care of you. You should eat

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