When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie)

"Say one more word, and I'll have you gone with that piece of rotten meat!" Clyde hugged me and wouldn't let Kayla lay a finger on me. He glanced back at Gemma. "Take care of things here."

Then, he scooped me up in his arms and marched out of the hospital.

"Clyde, wait!" Several onlookers turned our way, and I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment, trying to push him away.

But he only held me tighter.

"Move again, and I'll kiss you!" He gritted his teeth, daring me.

I clutched my wig, glaring back at him. "My wig's falling off!"

He paused briefly, then lifted my head higher without releasing his grip.

The car ride was tense, with Clyde's mood palpably low.

We sat in silence until he finally broke it as we neared home. "The kid's not mine."

I hummed in response, not caring either way. The child was gone, and with it, Kayla's last leverage. Just thinking about her furious gaze earlier sent shivers down my spine.

Clyde parked the car and immediately locked the doors. "Melanie, I won't accept the child. I told the hospital I want a DNA test."

I looked into his determined eyes,

confused by his declaration. He'd

admitted he had slept with Kayla, so how could he be so sure the child wasn't his? And with the life already gone, I didn't see the point of a DNA test. I hummed again, which seemed tirk him.

Clyde sighed deeply. "Melanie, if the child isn't mine, I'll pursue legal action. I'll protect you from now on. I swear you won't get hurt again." I watched him, emotionless. "Do you know why people make promises? Because they can't keep them. Those who can don't need to swear."

I unlocked the car door and stepped out, knowing Clyde wouldn't let me go. So, I headed straight upstairs to our apartment.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I had planned to head to my room, but he followed and forcefully put a necklace around my neck. "Melanie, I've said it before. I'm not getting a divorce. It was your birthday present. You wanted it, so you can't throw it away. Anyway, you can't give it back."

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him, making the necklace feel heavier than ever.

I thought Kayla couldn't stir up trouble with the Patterson family around. But I was wrong. The following morning, Jade's call woke me up. She rambled on, and I finally understood that I was the talk of the town.

Someone had leaked a video of me, the rightful Mrs. Patterson, allegedly causing Kayla's miscarriage in rage, with Kayla, wanting us to die together in the hospital. It was cleverly edited, showing me

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approaching Kayla and her bleeding, followed by a clip of her attacking me.

The scandal had it all, like the wife, the mistress, a miscarriage, and hair-pulling. It was sensational, impossible not to go viral.

Anticipating chaos at the office, I quickly got ready and headed out with Clyde.

Arriving at the office, we saw Freya and an older policeman.

"Melanie, um, Mrs. Patterson, Kayla has filed a report accusing you of deliberately harming her and causing her miscarriage. We need you to come with us to the station for questioning." Freya's expression was neutral in her uniform, but her eyes hinted at another unfolding drama.