When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 110

"Are you saying my wife is getting dragged away because someone called the cops?" Clyde stepped forward, ready to confront Freya, but I held him back.

A police call, especially a serious one like that, meant an investigation was inevitable.

"Get a lawyer." I looked from Clyde to Jade, "You take the lead on the Design Department meeting."

"Freya, we should head out," I said.

Freya's presence at the office was a clear sign of trouble. She wouldn't be there otherwise.

Freya nodded at me, and I followed the officers, wondering what proof I could muster to show my innocence. But no sooner had we stepped outside than a swarm of reporters descended upon us.

"Mrs. Patterson, is it true that you orchestrated your love rival's miscarriage?"

"Did you act first to secure your inheritance against the unborn child?"

"Are you guilty of premeditated murder? Any regrets?"

The officers tried to shield me, but the reporters were relentless. Someone yanked off my wig in the chaos, leaving me bald once again.

Freya quickly shielded me and hurried me into the car. When we reached the station, my wig was long gone. Rubbing my bald head, I felt oddly at peace with it.

"Ms. Crawford, we're aware of the situation, but we appreciate your cooperation," Freya poured me a cup of hot coffee. "Should we have someone bring you a wig?"

I shook my head. There was no point in hiding anymore.

"My skin's been glowing lately. Maybe bald is in," I joked.