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.

first surgery, but it hurt more, maybe because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for me. The first time I had surgery in Aurora, at least my mom was

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

went well today. The pain from the anesthesia is normal. It'll pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why. Today, I must've become

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 some

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

the gossip group without her, she

an allergy, they're

away here, they're out

but at least we're not as

is openly cheating, and she doesn't seem to

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

they seemed to

gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so they shared everything

my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project for months

"Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine, but

to cover our losses?" The more they

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

was the best approach. It wasn't my

seemed stunned, softening their tone,

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his