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.

maybe because I knew there was no one to feel sorry for me. The first time I

had listened more to what she

The pain 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

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 in

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 to

group without her,

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

slaving away here, they're out enjoying spa

Sure, but at least we're not as bad off

Patterson is openly cheating, and she

me into the conversation. In their eyes, I was the woman with a cheating husband but putting up with everything

to have forgotten

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

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

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

about our project? Who's going to cover our losses?" The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Eventually,

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

the best approach. It wasn't my fault,

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

you can't

Patterson, try contacting his