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."

laughed, "Vinson, you really do care for her, don't you? You've been after her since college, never dated anyone else. Were you waiting for her

head, raising her voice, "So, is the child yours? That would

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

and possibly reporters with their phones out were peeking in

waste your breath on her. There are reporters," I warned, trying to keep my voice under control despite my boiling

her act, intending to

stared at me for a long moment before muttering under his breath, "A miscarriage?" As Vinson moved to push him away, Clyde suddenly

it! I had a DNA test;

deceitful woman, to think you'd cheat on me! I want

a dime from

a loud

door shut and turned to

exasperated, "He's lost h

me he's crazy, or

Clyde had confused the DNA test he

me a few comforting words and assured me not to worry about the

in trouble again. She asked me to take care of you. You should eat something. My cousin will be here soon

I immediately grabbed