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.

that 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 me. The first time I had

If only I had listened more to what she said, maybe she wouldn't have died so

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,

Surviving was all that mattered. In the days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care.

But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share by posting on social

gossip group without her, she was the main

of an allergy,

away here, they're out enjoying

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

Patterson is openly cheating, and

was

they seemed to

They didn't know who I was then, so

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

as I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine, but this delay is

more they talked, the

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

experience, I realized appearing vulnerable was the best approach. It wasn't my fault,

seemed stunned, softening their tone, "You had

If you can't

Patterson, try contacting his