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.

more, maybe because I

If only I had listened more to what she said, maybe she wouldn't have died so

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

following the 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,

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

group without her, she

huh? Because of an

here, they're out enjoying spa treatments by

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

believe Mr. Patterson is openly

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

seemed to

know who I was then, so they shared everything with me. But it seemed no one remembered

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

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

to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the

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

was the best approach. It

their tone,

If you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his