When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 20

Clyde had finally agreed to let me file for employees’ compensation, and I wasn't about to save him any money. Plus, I had my reasons this time.

Something about how Clyde looked at me today felt different, reminiscent of old times. That evening, I organized all the paperwork carefully and sent it to the finance department.

It took Kristin half an hour to respond to my message.

Kristin: [Is this your medical report? Mr. Patterson approved the reimbursement?]

I replied: [Yes, I'll come to see you tomorrow.]

I could imagine Kristin's shock. After all, my illness was a secret to everyone at the company.

Kristin was a veteran at the Patterson Group, handpicked by Clyde's grandfather to lend him a hand, so I trusted her, knowing she wouldn't gossip. And I believed she would tell him the truth if Clyde asked her.

I gently clutched my phone, fixing my eyes on my chat with Clyde.

I wondered what Clyde would look like if he knew I was sick.

The next day, I went to the finance office with my documents. Kristin was staring at me with the reimbursement forms, completely lost for words.

"Melanie, is this for real? I thought you were joking. Are you sure you want the company to cover this?"

I nodded firmly. Of course, I was sure. Otherwise, I'd be paying out of pocket.

Kristin didn't make it difficult for me. She showed me how to organize the paperwork. But when she saw my documents, she paused. "How young are you to be dealing with this? When did you have the surgery?"

The doctor had rebandaged me just the day before to prevent my wound from opening, and it was all detailed in the report. If Kristin could see it, I was sure anyone who wanted to look into it could find out.

I ignored her question but asked, "Did Clyde tell you he approved my reimbursement?"

She nodded. "Said it counts as a work-related injury."

"He didn't ask anything else?" Seeing Kristin shake her head, I had nothing more to say.

If he had just asked one more question, he might have learned about my condition, but he didn't. I let out a deep sigh, my hopes finally dashed.

He didn't care about me, nor was he interested in why I asked for reimbursement. My medical report had been sitting where he usually dropped his car keys for months.

Back then, I had hoped he might act like the heroes in novels when they found out their wife was sick, filled with regret and turning over a new leaf.