When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 32

The police station was eerily quiet, as if all eyes fixed on us.

Officer Lucy, who had spoken to me last time, had returned from field duty. Spotting us, she quickly pulled a colleague aside to whisper something.

I knew with Clyde's approval, Kayla could pretty much get away with anything short of arson or murder. But I wasn't ready to let it slide. After all, she chose to mess with me. And Clyde? He wasn't keen on divorce.

But the onlookers didn't know their story and were naturally curious.

Jade scoffed, "Mel, he's only your husband on paper. Letting the other woman waltz right in? Scumbag, disgusting!"

It must've been some special day because the station was unusually crowded. I tried to force down tears that weren't there, bowing my head in feigned distress.

At that, a few bystanders couldn't hold back.

"No way. So young and already homewrecking? Shameless."

"She's clearly after his money. The legit wife keeps it simple, but the mistress? She’s always dressed to kill."

"That man's got a look of a heartbreaker. No good, both of them."

The bystanders, especially when sensing injustice, sided overwhelmingly with me.

Clyde looked furious, fixing his gaze on me.

Unable to bear the slander, Kayla sulked visibly. "What mistress? The real mistress is the one unloved! You don't know anything! They have no love between them. She's just clinging to my boyfriend!"

Her defense only fueled further disdain.

Eventually, the police had no choice but to take us back to the office.

"This matter is essentially a dispute without any financial loss, so..."

"Officer, she smashed my vase, an antique. It’s worth thousands. Surely, that's enough for a case."

I fiddled with my fingers, suddenly determined to make a point.

The officer was stunned, momentarily at a loss for words.

"What are you proud of? Clyde bought everything in the house. What have you got? Can you afford anything?" Kayla continued to be defiant, confident in Clyde's favor.

I looked up at her, resigned. "Sorry, but even if I don't earn a penny, that's still marital property, and the mistress has no claim on them. And you took my jewelry. Even if Clyde and I divorce, those jewels should belong to the wife, right?"

The officer, almost reflexively, nodded in agreement.