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

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

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, who

I no longer cared. Surviving was all that mattered. In the days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I

check my phone. Clyde never reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share

gossip group without her, she was

of an allergy, they're off

away here, they're out enjoying

least we're not

you believe Mr. Patterson is openly

was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up with everything

to

this gossip group. They didn't know who

a business partner. I hadn't managed the project

the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine, but this delay

phone, and no one at the company is 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

vent, I spoke weakly, "I'm sorry. I've just had surgery and am not handling company

was the best approach.

softening their tone, "You had surgery?

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his