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

I had listened more to

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 with his mistress, ignoring his wife, who was undergoing cancer

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

the quiet of the night, I'd occasionally check my phone. Clyde never reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and

gossip group without her, she was

huh? Because of an allergy,

slaving away here, they're out

our troubles. Sure, but at least we're not as bad off as our

Mr. Patterson is openly

conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but

they seemed to

And when I first joined, Immediately added this gossip group. They didn't know who I was then, so

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 want to continue

Patterson won't answer his 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 many responsibilities, including the

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

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

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

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his