When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 6

Chapter 6



As I watched them walk away, everything suddenly clicked. No wonder Clyde never brought Kayla home. He was worried about her allergies to dog hair.

The young nurse looked like she was about to call out to him, but I stopped her.

"Ms. Crawford, is that your husband? That's not right," she said, clearly outraged.

The nurse was young, probably fresh out of college, and filled with a sense of justice.

I shook my head. "It's fine. We're getting a divorce. If he had stayed, I might've died sooner."

Anger could be a woman's worst enemy. Maybe it was because I'd been bottling everything up for the past three years, but my cancer came back.

The drama ended, and the doctors resumed planning the surgery. Perhaps feeling guilty about me, they checked my vitals and, finding them barely acceptable, scheduled the surgery.

Maybe it was my neighbor Brenda's cross that worked. The doctors had said my chances were slim since it was a recurrence, but the surgery went incredibly smoothly. I guessed God's blessing meant I got to live a bit longer.

I was suddenly grateful to Clyde for making me angry. If he had been too nice, I might've died sooner.

it hurt more, maybe because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for me. The first time I had surgery in Aurora, at

made me tear up. If only I had listened more

is normal. It'll pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why. Today, I must've become the talk of the hospital, not because of the cut on my head, but because my husband

reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to

night, I'd occasionally check my phone. Clyde never reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing

without her,

huh? Because of an allergy, they're off to Westbridge

slaving away here, they're out enjoying spa treatments by

but at least we're not as bad off

Mr. Patterson is openly cheating, and she doesn't seem to

I was the

they seemed to have forgotten

know who I

call came from a business partner. I

I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine, but

about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually, I understood Clyde

I spoke weakly, "I'm sorry. I've just had surgery and am not

realized appearing vulnerable was the best approach. It wasn't my fault, so why

tone, "You had

you

Patterson, try contacting his