When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 208

I snapped my eyes open, only to lock gaze with Clyde's impatient expression.

"What's your fainting got to do with me? Didn't we say no contact unless it's serious?"

"You only called Rachel on purpose, fearing I wouldn't show up, didn't you?"

Rachel, by his side, kept her head down, her thoughts a mystery.

Lately, the two of them were inseparable, Clyde even driving her to and from work every day.

Now, even my fainting spell had brought them together, looking every bit the perfect couple.

I bet Vinson called him and when Clyde didn't show, he reached out to Rachel.

The doctor eyed him skeptically, "Are you her husband?"

"Ha, if sham marriages count, then I guess I'm her husband in name."

"But let me make it clear, the child she's carrying isn't mine."

Clyde's declaration was so firm it even shocked the doctor.

Fortunately, the doctor had seen it all and quickly regained composure.

"No matter whose child it is, the mom's not doing too well. She needs to rest, and you, as her husband..."

"Why should I care if the child isn't mine?" Clyde's gaze was icy as he looked at me. "Shameless."

I stared back at him, disbelief written all over my face.

Had there been misunderstandings between us before? What about now?

He simply didn't believe me, or rather, he chose to believe his version of me, not the person standing before him.

Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably.

Rachel stepped closer, gently tugging at his sleeve.

"Clyde, don't be like this."

Her voice was softer, soothing Clyde's temper completely.

He grabbed Rachel's hand tightly, "Rachel, believe me, there's nothing between her and me."

"You're the only woman for me; I could never touch her."

I slowly closed my eyes, feeling as though my heart had turned to stone.

I lowered my gaze, not knowing what to say.

The doctor's office felt overcrowded at that moment.

Warren was about to speak again when Clyde suddenly interrupted.

"I've said it before, the child isn't mine."

"All this panic, and for what? Who knows whose bastard she's carrying?"

"Rachel, let's go. I don't want to hear about this kind of thing again!"

"Disgusting!"

I looked up in his direction.

His hand was tightly holding Rachel's, and they left shoulder to shoulder, without looking back.

I instinctively clenched my fists, unable to stop the tears.

He called my unborn child a bastard?

Even though I knew he was truly ill, I couldn't find it in me to forgive him anymore.