When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie)



"Melanie, are you okay?"

Jade squeezed my shoulder, trying to lend me some of her strength.

All I could do was shake my head, at a loss for what else to do.

Suddenly, Rachel's anxious voice echoed down the hallway. "Clyde, Clyde, what's wrong? The headache again?"

I rushed out to see Clyde slowly sinking to the ground by the elevator doors, his face ghostly pale.

Jade and I hurried over.

"Clyde, what's happening to you?"

Just as I squatted down to reach for him, Clyde pushed me away and leaned towards Rachel instead.

"My head's killing me."

His voice was so pitiful. Rachel stiffened for a moment before letting his head rest against her, pulling out a pill from her purse.

"Take this, you'll feel better. Don't be stubborn, love, take your medicine."

Clyde listened to her, quickly swallowing the pill.

He clung to Rachel, a sight that was both striking and harmonious.

I remained squatting there, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Jade helped me up, whispering words of comfort.

Rachel coughed awkwardly.

"Melanie, I got this from Merritt last time, worried Clyde wouldn't take his medicine."

I nodded, understanding.

Clyde only trusted her now, naturally only taking medicine she provided. He treated me like I was poison, probably thinking I'd drug him!

Colleagues were glancing our way, their looks filled with inquiry, curiosity, and more often than not, meaningful glances thrown between me and Rachel.

I knew the rumors would be swirling again tonight, but I was powerless to stop them.

At least, not yet ready to let the coworkers know about Clyde's memory issues.

After Rachel and Clyde left, my work pace significantly slowed down.

Finally, Jade, seeing me zoning out, insisted on taking me home.

"What are you planning to do?"

Her tone was worried, but all I could do was shake my head.

Clyde's injury was to his head, what else could I do?

"Melanie, don't you find Rachel... a bit strange?"

"Shouldn't she be keeping her distance? And her tone earlier, it was so odd."

I didn't respond.

I understood Jade's point; if it were me, I certainly wouldn't want to be anywhere near Clyde.

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But Rachel claimed she had less work and would feel useless if she didn't do more.

Knowing her pride, I didn't think much of it.

"Why don't we get Eliana Chandler involved? Didn't you say the hospital is owned by the Chandler family? Maybe there's some old-timey Westem medicine, like a leech treatment or something, that could

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A month was bearable.

But seeing the gossip group's photos that night, I dreaded the long month ahead. [Caught on camera, Mr. Patterson only wants Rachel. I bet Melanie is shattered.] [Wasn't Mr. Patterson injured while saving her? Hope it's not just a PR stunt.]

[Mr. Patterson's flavor of the month changes so fast, no PR can save that!]

[If it were me, I'd have divorced by now. Take the money and run, why stick around for cold leftovers?]

The mention of divorce left a sour taste in my mouth.

Maybe under these circumstances, divorce was indeed the best option.