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

her made me tear up. If only I had listened

pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why.

the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered

reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and

without her, she was the

Patterson spoils her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy,

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

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

you believe Mr. Patterson is openly cheating,

Kayla, it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up with everything for

to have forgotten

added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so they shared

to turn off my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't

Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue

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

vent, I spoke weakly, "I'm sorry. I've just had surgery

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

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

you

Patterson, try contacting his