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.

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

had listened more to what she

was evident in her eyes. I could guess why. Today, I must've become the talk

I no longer cared. Surviving was all that mattered. In the days following the surgery, no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The lady

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

the gossip group without her, she was the

an allergy, they're off to Westbridge for

we're slaving away here, they're out

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

believe Mr. Patterson is openly cheating, and she

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

they seemed to have forgotten

didn't know who I was then, so

phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the project for months and had

soon as I answered, they launched into a tirade. "Ms. Crawford, if the Patterson

more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually, I understood Clyde had taken

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

was the best approach. It wasn't my fault, so why should I take the

seemed stunned, softening their tone, "You had surgery? You're in the

If you can't

Patterson, try contacting his