When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

I was standing at the doorway of the hospital room, feeling that something about Rachel was off, more than usual.

Clyde's sudden fainting spell was bizarre enough, but why would she, if she truly cared for him, prevent him from getting checked out?

After Warren spoke, Rachel seemed to freeze for a moment, then quickly masked it with a smile.

"I'm not stopping him, just worried. Since a check-up is necessary, let's go ahead," she said.

"But I hope it's not always about drawing blood; it's not good for the body."

She seemed all concerned for Clyde's well-being, and even Warren nodded in agreement.

But I caught a glimpse of worry in Rachel's eyes.

Then she saw me and quickly put on an indifferent face, edging closer to Clyde.

I couldn't quite figure out why she was anxious, but my mind started racing with possibilities.

Clyde didn't seem happy to see me. Spotting me at the door, his expression darkened.

"We're on the brink of divorce; no need to pretend you care," he said coldly.

"You're not well yourself, just lost a baby, you should rest instead of laying blame on me later."

to the bone. Fenton looked like he wanted to

wasn't that he couldn't be, he just deemed it

someone, he'd act on

their scornful gazes,

realized how strong I had become mentally, able to endure even when it felt like my

was frowning over

"Any issues? Poisoning?"

closer, just in time to see him spread out the

amidst the medical

poisoned, all his indicators are fine, recovering well. Could it be nerve damage2 Surely, it's not something

puzzled was a clear sign this

silent, not wanting

fifteen minutes of silence, my anxiety

toxic substance in perfume? Or food incompatibility,

I had seen

in some

of that I

the room,

tampering, but found nothing.

we can't force anything;

psychological stress?"