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.

because I knew there was no one to feel sorry

up. If only I had listened

It'll pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why. Today, I must've become the talk of the hospital,

days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I

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 Kayla. Kayla loved to share by posting on social media

without her, she was the main

her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy,

slaving away here, they're out enjoying spa treatments

Sure, but at least we're not

is openly cheating, and she doesn't

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

they seemed to have forgotten

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

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

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

to cover our losses?" The more

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

was the best approach. It wasn't

tone, "You had surgery? You're

you

Patterson, try contacting his