When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 42

"The person you're talking about is my legal husband, right?" I stood up, locking my gaze with the female reporter.

I felt like I'd seen her before, and then it hit me. She was in Kayla's social media posts.

There was a time when gossip in our group chat was all about a photo Kayla shared, dining out at some fancy steakhouse with this journalist.

I glanced at her name tag. "Isla? So, you're the BFF of my hubby's fling, huh?"

As soon as I dropped that bomb, all eyes in the room turned to her.

Her face turned red, but she still retorted, "So what? That doesn't change the fact that I'm a journalist with integrity."

As the cameras turned toward her, she took a moment to fix her hair. " I know the real scoop because I'm close with Kayla. She, Melanie, was desperate to marry Clyde, but the truth is, Clyde never loved her."

"Now that Clyde wants a divorce, she's shamelessly after his money. Shouldn't someone call her out for who she really is? How dare that homewrecker parade around like she's the victim?"

Her righteous tone made me burst into laughter.

I retorted, "Desperate to marry her? Did you even bother to check your facts? Clyde was the one who couldn't leave me alone. For your information, I filed for divorce. If you're so capable, ask him to hurry up."

I couldn't bother talking to her any longer, and soon enough, the restaurant's security was escorting the reporters out.

Noticing the commotion, my colleagues rushed back.

Lina was visibly furious at the reporters. "Are you seriously crashing our team dinner? With all these people here, why aren't you taking photos of us?"

The folks from Aspire World jumped to my defense.

"We were here to discuss a partnership, and you're ruining our meal?"

"Calling our boss a 'kept man'? Get your eyes checked!"

"Supporting a mistress over the rightful wife, are you all reincarnations of mistresses?"

The young crowd from Aspire World had sharp tongues, and soon, the reporters slinked away defeated.

I felt embarrassed. Everyone exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Despite the awkwardness, dinner was enjoyable, but the night brought less cheer. Even though the reporters had guessed the truth, none wanted to report it. The public wasn't interested in the truth, only in juicy scandals. So, Clyde and I found ourselves trending again.

[Patterson Group's couple suspected of divorce]