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."

pushed out, her eyes remained fixed on me, but then she suddenly laughed, "Vinson, you really do care for her, don't you? You've

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

horns, all

onlookers and possibly reporters with their phones out

don't waste your breath on her. There are reporters," I warned,

act, intending to drag

long moment before muttering under his breath, "A miscarriage?"

I had a DNA

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

expect a dime from me

loud bang,

shut and turned

exasperated, "He's lost h

crazy,

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

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

Group's in trouble again. She asked me

company's name, I immediately grabbed