Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

Chapter 321: No No.

Her fingers trembled as she scrawled in hurried, slanted letters: "I am not Melody. My name is Melanie."

She held the notepad out with both hands, her breath uneven. The man- Cadence, read the message, his brows pulling into a deep frown. In the next second, he tossed the pad aside and sat down beside her.

"Now’s not the time for jokes, Mel," he said sharply. "Who even is Melanie?"

Then, he leaned forward, his hand moving to cup her face as he said," Mel, baby. I know we parted on bad terms. But I still love you..."

Melanie shook her head slowly moving it away from his hand, eyes flicking toward the discarded notepad as she tried to get the person to understand. She tried to speak again, but only a dry rasp came out. Her throat burned and she knew she would not be able to say much so she pushed forward, reaching slightly toward the edge of the bed, hoping to get the pad back. But the moment she moved, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

She jerked in surprise and tried to pull away only for him to snap at her, "Mel! Stop it. You’re supposed to be resting. Even if you’re pretending not to be Melody, that doesn’t change the fact that your body needs to heal. Stop trying to pick up an argument.

Melanie continued to struggle, trying to twist her hand free even as his grip tightened painfully. Frustration bubbled inside her when the man refused to let go. In a final attempt to knock some sense into him, she raised her free hand and slapped him across the face-hard.

The crack of skin on skin echoed through the room as his head snapped to the side.

For a moment, silence hung in the air as she felt a murderous surround him. For a moment, Melanie felt intense fead. But in the next moment, her focus was on her painfullt throbbing hand. Because the motion of slapping him, had tugged at the IV needle embedded in her hand, and in the next second, it slipped out completely.

A gasp tore from her throat as pain shot through her hand and up her arm. Blood immediately began to trickle from the open vein. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked down at the dark red spreading across her skin.

The man’s anger vanished in an instant the moment he saw the blood.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, and without another word, he turned and opened the door. "Doctor!" he called out urgently. "Doctor, come quickly!"

Melanie didn’t pay him any attention. She sat upright, clutching her injured arm with trembling fingers, trying to press down on the area to stop the bleeding. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, locked on her own hand as the blood dripped steadily, painting her skin red.

Within moments, the doctor rushed into the room, followed by two nurses.

The moment he saw her, his expression darkened. "Cadence! I just warned you not to agitate her!" he snapped. "What were you thinking?"

Cadence opened his mouth to explain, but the doctor had already moved past him, waving the nurses forward.

"Bring the kit! Now!"

The nurses hurried over with the supplies as the doctor leaned in, carefully peeling Melanie’s hand away from the wound.

"Easy, easy," he muttered under his breath. "You’re alright, just let me take care of this."

Melanie didn’t respond. Her face was pale, her eyes fixed blankly ahead, body stiff. Her arm trembled as the doctor applied pressure to the site, trying to stop the blood flow.

"Hold her arm steady," he ordered one of the nurses. "And get me another IV set—this time secure it properly."

Cadence stood back, watching helplessly as the room moved around him. His jaw clenched. He wanted to speak—say something, anything—but nothing came out. The red mark from the slap still burned faintly on his cheek, but he didn’t reach up to touch it. How could he have been so stupid to hurt her?

The doctor glanced at him again, voice low but cold. "If she goes into shock again because of you, it’ll be on your head."

Cadence only nodded his head and didn’t answer.

Melanie didn’t even look at him, as she gestured to the doctor to pass the discarded notepad.

Was she going to tell the doctor the same thing? Was she really going to say she wasn’t Melody? Panic flickered in his chest. "Mel..." he tried softly, but she didn’t turn. Didn’t blink. She just kept staring straight ahead, like he wasn’t even in the room anymore.

Thankfully, the doctor didn’t seem to understand what she was asking for. He simply finished securing the new IV—taping it down tightly and bandaging her arm—and then stood upright with a sigh. His tone was clipped and final as he said, "This is your last warning, Cadence. If you can’t control yourself, than remove yourself from here. Okay?"

Cadence gave a stiff nod giving him no argument.

The doctor turned and left the room, nurses trailing behind him. And as the door shut behind them, Cadence just stood there—watching Melanie in silence, the sting of the slap still lingering on his cheek, but the ache in his chest far worse. Slowly he picked up the pad and offered it to her, only for her to push his hand away.

Cadence sighed and offered it again,"Fine. You want to claim, you are not Melody. I will listen to you. Tell me then." noveldrama

He watched as she took the pad from his hand and scribbled hurriedly, wincing as the movement caused her pain. But she seemed adamant...

Finally, when she stopped writing, he read the words," My name is Melanie Collins. Melody is my younger sister."

Cadence scoffed at the wordsa nd asked," Younger sister? Do you take me for a fool Melody? When we were dating, you mentioned repeatedly you were an only child..."

"We were separated when I was very young. Both her and I were not aware of our connection. I am married to Adam Collins and I am the chairperson of LuxeArt. You can find out. I am not Melody!"