When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 90

Leaving the Patterson Mansion, the Laird and Eaton families were still lingering.

Merritt told us to head out first, mentioning that Kayla was staying over at his place and he'd handle the rest.

Frankly, I was over listening to their bickering. Merritt had made his decision, and there was nothing more to be said.

Sitting in the car, Clyde cautiously asked, “Heading back to Jade’s?”

“Let’s just go home.”

I stared out the window, avoiding his gaze.

He seemed taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded.

“Alright, let’s go home. It’s best we head home!”

Throughout the drive, he kept trying to make conversation, but I was in no mood to talk.

He wanted to know what Merritt and I had discussed, but I didn’t want to share.

Truth be told, I had many more questions, but I was just too exhausted.

As soon as we got home, he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“Melanie, I know you’re mad at me, but please, can you give me another chance?”

“Let’s not divorce. As long as we don’t divorce, you can do whatever you want, okay?”

He rambled on in my ear, and I was truly annoyed.

“Fine, we won’t divorce.”

“What did you say?”

“If you want a divorce, that’s fine too.”

I looked at him expressionlessly, then he suddenly perked up.

“Honey, you gotta believe me, I’ll treat you right, no more drama.”

“Thank you, babe, for giving me another chance. I really appreciate it!”

He hugged me tightly, kissed me fiercely, and then quickly dug into his pocket, pulling out our wedding rings.

“Babe, since we’re not divorcing, shouldn’t you…”

Before he could finish, I slipped the ring back on.

“Are we good now?”

Clyde nodded dumbly, and I finally headed to the bedroom to look for my pajamas.

The familiar yet foreign feeling of the wedding ring on my finger reminded me it had been resized to fit perfectly.

Clyde was always good with details like that.

When he cared, it felt like you had the whole world.

But when he didn’t…

I shook my head, randomly picking out a nightgown and underwear.

Staying elsewhere wasn’t an option anymore, given how the media might spin it.

But I wasn’t going to share a bed with Clyde, especially not one Kayla might have slept in.

Seeing my actions, Clyde panicked.

“Babe, you said you’re staying, right? You’re not leaving?”

“I’m not leaving, I’m going to take a shower, then head to the guest room.”