Cage

Chapter 114

The elusive Kayla, who the police couldn’t find, was right in front of me. And it looked like she

had someone kidnap me.

Feeling my gaze, Kayla, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around. “Awake, huh? You sure have a strong constitution.”

She looked at me with a smirk, and as the car jolted, I couldn’t help but retch. “Stop the car, stop the car, for heaven’s sake! I’m feeling sick!”

I ended up throwing up the lasagna I had eaten earlier.

With a look of disgust, Kayla dragged me out of the car and turned to the driver. “Did you overdo it with the drugs in the food?”

The driver shook his head slowly. “No, I measured everything precisely. Could mixing the two cause side effects?”

The driver was the same guy who had delivered fruits to me earlier. It seemed these two were so afraid one drug wouldn’t do the trick that they used two.

After emptying my stomach, I got dragged back into the car.

Eventually, we stopped at what looked like a construction site, and the man dragged me into a nearby metal shed.

He threw me onto the floor, and Kayla waved him off. “Go back and get some food. This woman is not dying on us just yet.” She crouched down, pinching my chin. “Tsk, look at you, as thin as a rail. Pretty? Hardly. I don’t get what Clyde sees in you, so madly in love. Ha!”

Kayla’s face twisted into something ghastly, utterly void of color. She just had a miscarriage, and there she was, kidnapping me? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Seeing I remained silent, she wasn’t annoyed. Instead, her smirk widened. “Why stay married

don’t love Clyde? Why marry him in the first place? But, lucky for me, how else could I have caught Clyde’s eye?”

if you

I looked at her more closely and realized that without makeup, Kayla didn’t look as much like me as I initially thought.

Since I met her for the first time, Kayla had been deliberately imitating me. But who had put her up to it?

I said, “Clyde and I are about to get divorced. We’ve signed the papers.”

“Impossible!” Kayla suddenly lost it, grabbing me by the collar. “Melanie, stop lying to me. You’d divorce him? With your love for money?”

“Haven’t you seen the divorce papers? He won’t divorce me because of your pregnancy, not wanting you to bear the stigma of ‘the other woman.”

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I was incredibly thankful to Jade at that moment. I’d be lost if not for those melodramatic shows we watched together.

Sure enough, Kayla’s expression changed. “No, it can’t be.”

“The Patterson family can’t have a mistress as its lady, so Clyde planned to wait for the baby to be born to silence his grandfather.” I kept my composure. “You know we’ve been over for a long time, right?”

Kayla always believed Clyde loved her, which was my last leverage for self–preservation. “If you play your cards right, you’ll be Mrs. Patterson. Clyde loves you, doesn’t he?”

I thought I had played my cards right, at least enough to ensure Kayla wouldn’t harm me.

But then she exploded. “Clyde loves me? He never loved me! He only loved the version of me that was like you!”

She was nearly screaming, and at that moment, was stunned. The version of me that Kayla knew was different from who I originally was. Why would she think that?

While laughing bitterly, her laughter grew louder, then abruptly stopped. She looked at me with hatred. “Clyde never loved me from the start! I was just a stand–in. A stand–in!”