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.

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 in

only I had listened more to what she said, maybe she

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 left with his mistress, ignoring his

was all that mattered. In the days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The lady in the next bed and I shared a caregiver, saving me some

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

group without her, she was the main

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

slaving away here, they're out enjoying

Sure, but at least we're

Patterson is openly cheating,

into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up with

seemed to have

when I first joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so

came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project for months and had no

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

losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually,

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

approach.

tone, "You

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his