Cage
Cage 31

Chapter 31

“Who else but Clyde?” With a smug smile curling up the corners of her mouth, Kayla took off her earrings. “Tonight, I’ve got a dinner to attend with Clyde. Can’t embarrass him, right? Got to dress to impress.”

“So, he asked me to pick out the clothes and the jewelry. After all, a lot of this stuff you haven’t even worn. I couldn’t say no. If we weren’t so pressed for time, I’d have had Clyde buy me something new.”

She casually tossed the earrings into her purse and adorned herself with jewelry right before me.

Jade stepped forward, but I stopped her. “Jade, let it go.”

“Let it go? She’s walking all over us. I swear I’ll make her regret it!” Jade was ready to throw down, but I shook my head softly before pulling out my phone to call Clyde.

Getting into a fight with Kayla would make us look bad even if we were in the right. Especially since Clyde dared to bring his mistress into our home, I needed some answers. “If he’s okay with a divorce, even better. Saves us both the trouble.”

“The number you have dialed is switched off…”

After several tries, Clyde’s phone remained off.

A triumphant grin flashed across Kayla’s face, making it clear she had used Clyde’s phone to block me.

She smugly adjusted her hair. “I know you need permission to use these jewels and dresses, but I don’t. Love and disdain are just that clear, huh? Think you can outdo me, huh?”

Jade couldn’t take it anymore, tossing her purse aside as she stepped forward. “You little home–wrecker, I’ll teach you a lesson today.”

I pulled Jade back forcefully. “Jade, don’t!”

“No, I’m going to…” Seeing my calm shake of the head, Jade paused.

In the next second, I pinched my arm hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Then I quickly dialed three digits, and my voice choked up. “Hello, 911? There’s a burglary in my house. Please come immediately.”

About to roll her sleeves, Jade froze.

While they were both stunned, I swiftly unlocked the door, pulling Jade out with me, and from outside, I locked the door. I immediately activated the electronic door lock’s security mode on my phone. No one could get in unless I, the App admin, unlocked it.

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Kayla’s frustrated banging and shouting came from inside. “Melanie, you crazy woman, have you lost your mind?”

“Melanie, Clyde will never forgive you for this!”

“You better open this door now, right now!”

I remained indifferent to her screams.

Jade gave me a thumbs–up. “Melanie, that was brilliant.”

I shook my head helplessly. With people like her, physical intervention was the only

answer.

My health didn’t allow me to confront her directly, so it was better to let the police handle it.

As long as I didn’t feel ashamed, the shame was on her.

After about five or six minutes of her making a racket and realizing I wouldn’t open the door, Kayla started breaking things. I could hear things shattering, and I couldn’t help but smile.

That was perfect. Kayla could be in jail if the damages were significant. Unfortunately, she was too cautious, only breaking a few items before stopping and starting to make phone calls, whining.

I could hear her cooing to Clyde on the phone, blaming me. But I remained expressionless until the police arrived, at which point my eyes welled up with tears again. I’d gotten so good at this act that it was almost a shame not to put it to use more often.

The police and the property management confirmed I was the homeowner, and their attitude toward Kayla grew harder.

But Kayla was as defiant. “Mr. Patterson sent me to fetch these stuff. They’re not Melanie’s. Why arrest me? And they attacked me earlier. See? I got hurt. I’m the one who should be calling the police.”

She showed off her arm, marked by cuts from glass shards.

Before I could explain, Jade was arguing with Kayla, and we all ended up in the police station.

And then Clyde arrived, fashionably late. He immediately went to Kayla, wrapping his arms around her and comforting her.

Then he turned a cold gaze on me. “Melanie, have you lost your mind? How could you lay hands on her?”

He looked heartbroken over Kayla’s injuries.

A nearby officer tried to mediate, “Sir, your girlfriend here has minor iniurios

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ladies insist they didn’t initiate any physical contact.”

“Are you suggesting she injured herself? How can you police even suggest that?” Clyde wouldn’t let anyone speak ill of his mistress and turned cold toward the officer.

“Even if both parties are at fault, an investigation is needed. And your girlfriend trespassed first.” The officer then looked at me, softening his tone. “Ms. Osborne claims she was in the house at your husband’s request. When will your husband be here? We can clear it up if it’s all a misunderstanding.”

Upon hearing the officer’s words, Clyde and Kayla looked guilty and panicked.

Jade glared at them both fiercely.

I offered a bitter smile, pointing towards Clyde. “Officer, that’s my husband right there.”