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.

pain was so intense 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.

her made me tear up. If only I had listened more to what she said, maybe she wouldn't

could guess why. Today, I must've become the talk of the hospital,

to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care.

never reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share by posting on

the gossip group without her, she was

Because of an allergy, they're off to Westbridge

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

we're not as bad off

believe Mr. Patterson is openly

Clyde and Kayla, it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up

to

group. They didn't know who I was then, so they shared everything with me. But it seemed no one

business partner. I

soon as I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want

stepping up. What about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually, I understood Clyde had taken Kayla to Westbridge and neglected many responsibilities, including the project I

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

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

caller seemed stunned, softening their tone, "You had surgery?

If you can't

Patterson, try contacting his