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.

surgery, but it hurt more, maybe because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for me.

If only I had listened more to what

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 left with his mistress,

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

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

her,

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

we're slaving away here, they're out enjoying

but at least we're not

Mr. Patterson is openly cheating, and she

their eyes, I was the woman

seemed to have forgotten

joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so they shared everything with me. But it

off my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the

"Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine,

Patterson 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

letting them vent, I spoke weakly, "I'm sorry. I've just had surgery and am

best approach. It wasn't

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

If you can't

Patterson, try contacting his