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 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

up. If only I had listened more

It'll pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why. Today,

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. The lady in the next bed and I shared a caregiver, saving me

reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him

without her, she was the

an allergy,

they're out enjoying spa treatments

least we're not as bad off as our

openly cheating, and she doesn't seem

brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up with everything for the sake

seemed to

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

about to turn off my phone, a call came from a business

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

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

I've

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

tone, "You had

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his