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 for me. The

listened more to what she said, maybe she

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, who was undergoing cancer

me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The

messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share

the gossip group without her, she was the

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

slaving away here, they're out enjoying spa treatments

at least we're not as

is openly

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

seemed to have forgotten

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

I was about to turn off my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project for months and had no

launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson Group

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 project I used

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

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

tone, "You had surgery? You're

you can't

Patterson, try contacting his