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.

ICU, the 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.

only I had listened

pain from the anesthesia is 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, but because my husband left

the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered

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

her, she was the

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

here, they're out

but at least we're not as bad off as our

Mr. Patterson is openly

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

they seemed to have

once a sought-after designer at the company. And when I first joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so they

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

Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's

is stepping up. What about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became.

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

years of experience, I realized appearing vulnerable was the best approach.

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

you

Patterson, try contacting his