When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 67

Chapter 67



Clyde had really outdone himself this time, yanking my hair right from the top of my head.

Now, I'm genuinely worried that my colleagues will spot my quickly balding head and turn me into the latest office joke.

So, during lunch break, I made a solo trip to the wig shop behind the hospital. I remembered a little girl undergoing chemotherapy mentioning they had cute wigs.

I used to be terrified of wigs, thinking they were somewhat eerie.

But stepping into the wig shop, I was suddenly surrounded by hope. The place was bustling, filled with all sorts of wigs, and surprisingly busy.

The shop owner greeted me with warmth.

"Hey there, what type of wig are you after? Got something specific in mind? Just so you know, our wigs are the real deal-no cheap synthetics here! They'll last you a long time!"

Seeing her, about my age, with her shiny, long hair, I felt a pang of envy.

But then, to my surprise, she took off her wig, revealing a bald head underneath.

"Jealous? You can have it too. Our wigs are beautiful. You're so pretty; you'd look gorgeous even bald. Don't be afraid."

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and after much deliberation, I chose a short wig similar to my current hairstyle.

She mentioned that wigs are all the rage abroad.

"Every year, we make a good sum from exports. It's just not as popular locally yet. You know, a lot of young girls are rocking wigs these days, so there's no need to feel self-conscious about it at all!"

cautiously asked, "Chemotherapy, right? I've

even a bit plump, not at all like someone who had

chubby, right? You need to eat well. Diseases that

months after chemotherapy, your hair will start to grow back. I've been through it. It took about two to three

believe it. She had gone

"Relapse, huh? But it's okay. I've been living well for five or six

in medicine, work hard, save

eyes, I

also a second-time

to meet. How about I give you

my thinning

where I

just pulled out a razor from the counter. "No big deal,

lifted

as my few remaining strands of hair fell, tears welled up in my

fitted the wig on

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wig herself. "Doesn't this look cool?

smiling, feeling

to the office, I kept worrying the wig

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I was confident it wouldn't budge. My colleagues

wanting to