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

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

today. The pain from the anesthesia is normal. It'll pass." Sympathy was evident in her eyes. I could guess why.

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

quiet of the night, I'd occasionally check my phone. Clyde never reached out. No calls, no messages. But I kept seeing updates from him and Kayla. Kayla loved

group without her, she was

spoils her rotten, huh? Because of an allergy, they're

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

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

you believe Mr. Patterson is openly cheating, and she doesn't seem

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

they seemed to

at the 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 it seemed no one remembered I

my phone, a call came from a business partner. I hadn't managed the

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

company is stepping up. What about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated

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

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

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

you can't reach

Patterson, try contacting his