When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie)



"Why are you crying? He's just a jerk at heart."

"It's not worth it for someone like him."

Out of nowhere, Warren produced a box of tissues and tossed a few my way.

I disdainfully blew my nose with the tissues.

"He's out of his mind."

"Then why are you still crying?"

Warren kept his cool while throwing those words at me, and at that moment, I truly felt defeated.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Doctor, her situation isn't good, you see..."

"I've said it before, you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt. It's not my problem then."

Warren seemed a bit upset, his frown deepening as he looked over my test results.

"Alright, let's go to my office, don't disturb the other doctors."

He escorted me to his office, and I asked Vinson to head back first.

I wanted to deal with this on my own, without anyone else's interference.

"Buddy, you head back to the construction site, Fenton's still there, and I'm worried he can't handle it."

"I've been telling everyone it's just low blood sugar. Please, keep the pregnancy a secret."

Vinson paused for a moment before nodding, telling me to contact him if I needed anything.

Warren's office was immaculately clean, almost suspiciously so.

He gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit."

My hand instinctively went to my flat belly, no sign of any bump.

I had been undergoing chemotherapy, so irregular periods weren't something I thought much of.

What I hadn't realized was that my missed periods were due to a pregnancy.

Warren scoffed, "You should know, this isn't the right time for a child."

I nodded.

"I warned you, at least three years."

I nodded again.

"The medication you've been taking could potentially cause birth defects!"

Still, I nodded.

Eventually he ran out of steam and

eline

simply spread his hands, asking, "What do you plan to do? Your husband's not in his right mind; it's up to you."

I licked my lips and slowly closed my eyes.

After a few minutes, I finally spoke.

"I've been on cancer and radiation therapy drugs. Clyde and I were exposed to radiation, and he was also drugged." "Considering everything, it's clear we can't keep the baby. Terminating the pregnancy early is the best option."

My voice was steady, as if I were talking about someone else's life.

Yet, I could feel warm tears sliding down my face. I was still crying.

The child connected to Clyde and me by blood, yet we couldn't bring it into the world.

I gently caressed my belly, trying not to sob aloud.

Warren watched me for a long while before pushing the tissue box toward me.

"Crying won't do your body any

bet

gegnant or not. Melanie, don't

bottle up your emotions. It's not

for your recovery."

I fought back the tears, looking at him through the struggle.

"Do I need to schedule the abortion?"

He was visibly taken aback, maybe by my calmness, which seemed to unsettle him.

He glanced at my file again and sighed.

"Wait for my call. Your case is special; we can't just proceed with the surgery."

"Eliana's doing inventory at the nearby diner. I'll have her take you home."

"No!" I stood up quickly, "Dr. Chandler, I just need some time alone, please."

He looked at me for a moment, then nodded.

"I'll call a cab for you. Refuse, and I'm calling Eliana."

I didn't refuse his kindness. I knew he was worried about me.

Maybe my luck wasn't all that bad. Apart from Clyde, people still cared about me.

I didn't cry on the way home, but the moment shut the door behind. me and leaned against it, I slid the floor.

I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.

Why did it have to be like this? Why?