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. The first time I

made me tear up. If only I had listened more to what she said,

in her eyes. I could guess why.

to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The lady in the next bed and I shared a

No calls, no messages. But

group without her, she was the

spoils her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy,

here, they're out enjoying spa treatments by the

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

believe Mr. Patterson is openly cheating,

it brought me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman

to have forgotten

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

off my phone, a call came from a business

if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our

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

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

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

their tone,

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his