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.

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

tear up. If only I had listened

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,

In the days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and

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

gossip group without her, she was the main

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

here, they're out

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

believe Mr. Patterson is openly cheating, and

Kayla, it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with

to have

first joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who

was about to turn off my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project

soon as I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson

is stepping up. What about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more

"I'm sorry. I've just had surgery and am

was the best approach. It wasn't my

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

you

Patterson, try contacting his