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.

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 had surgery in Aurora, at least my mom was

I had listened more to what she said, maybe

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,

no one reached out to me, and I couldn't be bothered to care. The lady in the next

calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved to share by posting on

the gossip group without her,

Patterson spoils her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy, they're off to Westbridge for

we're slaving away here, they're out enjoying

got our troubles. Sure, but at least we're

you believe Mr. Patterson is openly

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

seemed to have

They didn't know who I

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

Crawford, if the Patterson Group doesn't want to continue our partnership, that's fine, but this

no one at the company is stepping 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 responsibilities, including the project

sorry. I've just had surgery and am not

approach. It wasn't

seemed stunned, softening their tone, "You had surgery?

If you

Patterson, try contacting his