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

this cutting; it wasn't that he couldn't be, he just deemed it beneath him to

he'd act on it, like how he dealt

scornful gazes,

how strong I had become mentally, able to endure even when it felt like my heart was being ripped out. But I didn't leave the hospital. Instead, I went

frowning over Clyde's

"Any issues? Poisoning?"

me and I leaned in closer, just in

lost amidst the medical

vain. He's not poisoned, all

a clear sign

wanting to disrupt

of silence,

be incense, or some toxic substance in perfume? Or

dramatic scenario Jade and I had seen on TV

we're in some drama

of that I specifically

in the

tampering, but found nothing.

CT, we

psychological stress?"