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.

because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for

up. If only I had listened more to what

surgery went well today. The pain from the anesthesia 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

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

No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to

without her,

spoils her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy, they're off to Westbridge for

away here, they're out enjoying spa treatments by

got our troubles. Sure, but at least we're not

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

it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with

they seemed to have forgotten

when I first joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so they shared everything with me. But it seemed no one remembered I was

I was about to turn off my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project for months and had

"Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson

up. What about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually, I understood Clyde had taken Kayla to Westbridge and neglected many responsibilities, including the

I've just had surgery and am not handling

was the best approach. It wasn't my fault, so why should

tone, "You had surgery? You're

you

Patterson, try contacting his