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 was like my scalp was tingling. It wasn't my first surgery, but it hurt more, maybe because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for me. The first time I had surgery

had listened more to what she said, maybe she wouldn't have died

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,

surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The lady in the

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

her,

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

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

at least we're not as bad off as our

openly cheating, and she doesn't seem

it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but

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

off my phone, a call came from a business

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

won't answer his phone, and no one at the company is stepping 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

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

years of experience, I realized appearing vulnerable was the best approach. It wasn't my fault, so why should I take the

caller seemed stunned, softening their tone, "You had surgery? You're in

If you

Patterson, try contacting his