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."

eyes remained fixed on me, but then she suddenly laughed, "Vinson, you really do care for her, don't you? You've been after her since college, never dated

is the child yours? That would

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

reporters with their phones out were peeking

your breath on her. There are reporters," I warned,

Rachel finally dropped her act, intending to drag us all down

long moment before muttering under his breath, "A miscarriage?" As Vinson moved to push him away, Clyde suddenly shouted,

it! I had a DNA

woman, to think you'd

dime from me in the

loud

and turned

exasperated, "He's lost h

he's crazy, or I swear

realizing in that moment that Clyde had confused the DNA test he had

comforting words and assured me not to worry about

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

name, I