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.

maybe because I

tear up. If only I had listened more to what she

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 the talk of the hospital, not because of the cut on my head, but because my husband left with his mistress, ignoring his wife,

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

no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla.

her, she was the main

rotten, huh? Because of an allergy, they're

slaving away here, they're out enjoying spa treatments by

our troubles. Sure, but at least we're

you believe Mr. Patterson is openly

their eyes, I was

seemed to have

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 shared everything with me. But it seemed no one remembered

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

soon as I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership,

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

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

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

their tone, "You had

you can't

Patterson, try contacting his