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

only I had listened more

wiped away my tears, whispering, "The 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 my husband left with his mistress, ignoring his wife,

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

But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share

her, she

her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy,

away here, they're out

our troubles. Sure, but at least we're not as bad off as our

is openly cheating, and

their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating

to

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

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

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

more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually, I

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

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

their tone, "You had

If you

Patterson, try contacting his