บททั้งหมดของ My Comatose Husband Please Wake up!: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The Sebastian family arrived in Eldenburgh in grand style, their convoy of sleek cars drawing the attention of everyone they passed. The town buzzed with excitement as the prominent family made their entrance. At the gates of Vivian’s estate, a red carpet had been rolled out, and a group of photographers eagerly awaited their arrival. Vivian had spared no expense to make sure this occasion would leave an impression.Vivian stood at the entrance, her smile wide and welcoming, as the Sebastians stepped out of their cars. Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian, an imposing couple with a commanding presence, led the group. Clara was at Vivian’s side, dressed to perfection in a pale blue gown that complemented her soft features. Vivian introduced her warmly."Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian, this is Clara," Vivian said, gesturing toward the young woman. "She and Adrian make a perfect pair, don't you think?"Mrs. Sebastian gave Clara a once-over, her approving smile subtle but evident. "She’s lovely," she said, tur

Adrian’s refusal to marry Clara sparked a storm in the mansion. His words cut through the air like a sharp blade, leaving a stunned silence behind him. Vivian’s face was pale with disbelief at first, but that quickly turned to anger. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Adrian, her son, her carefully groomed heir, had just publicly rejected the one thing she had worked so hard for—the marriage to the Sebastians.Vivian’s voice broke the silence, her fury barely contained. “You’ve lost your mind, Adrian. This marriage is not just a suggestion, it’s a necessity. It’s what will secure your future, your position. It’s what will secure our future.”Adrian stood firm, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body tense with defiance. “This isn’t about securing futures, Mother. It’s about me living my own life, not being controlled by you or anyone else. You’ve always put your plans for wealth and status before anything else, but I’m done with that. I’m not marrying Clara for your ambitio

Adrian’s presence at my door felt like a storm I wasn’t prepared for. His eyes locked on mine, full of determination and something else I couldn’t quite place. Regret, maybe? Anger? I wasn’t sure.“We need to talk,” he said, his voice firm but tinged with urgency.I stepped forward, crossing my arms as if that could shield me from whatever he was about to say. “Talk? About what? Adrian, you divorced me. You made it very clear back then that there was nothing left to talk about.”“That was a mistake,” he said, his tone softening, though his gaze remained locked on mine. “I didn’t think it through, Lana. I thought I was doing the right thing—”“The right thing?” I cut him off, a bitter laugh escaping before I could stop it. “Adrian, you didn’t just hurt me. You tore my life apart. Do you know how long it took me to even start putting the pieces back together?”He winced but didn’t back down. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Lana. I thought letting you go would make things easier for both of

When my phone buzzed again, I recognized the number immediately. James Connelly. The name carried weight, not just because of his wealth and influence, but because he had once offered to help when I needed it most. Back then, I’d been too caught up in the whirlwind of my crumbling marriage and my family’s disgrace to pursue the opportunity. Now, with my father’s legacy hanging by a thread, this could be the second chance I’d been praying for.I took a deep breath before answering. “Hello?”“Lana,” came the smooth, familiar voice. “This is James Connelly. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”“Not at all,” I replied quickly, trying to keep my voice steady.“I’ve been following your progress,” he said, his tone polite but direct. “I know things have been… challenging lately. I believe we should meet and discuss an opportunity that could benefit both of us.”My heart leapt at his words. “I’d like that. When and where?”He suggested a high-end café downtown, known for its quiet, discreet

Lana's POV The following evening, I sat on the couch with Sophia, sipping tea and trying to forget about Adrian. The television played quietly in the background, but neither of us was paying attention. Sophia was scrolling through her phone, occasionally chuckling at some post, while I was lost in thought. The past few days had been emotionally draining, and I craved some sense of normalcy.Then my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen to see an unfamiliar number flash across it. My stomach flipped—this wasn’t entirely unexpected. I answered cautiously, "Hello?"“Lana,” the smooth and confident voice of James Connelly greeted me, instantly recognizable despite the time that had passed since our last conversation. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”“Oh, not at all,” I replied, sitting up straighter. “What can I do for you?”“I wanted to invite you to another meeting,” he said, his tone friendly but professional. “I have some ideas about additional business opportunities that might interes