My Comatose Husband Woke Up At Our Wedding Night! Novels & Stories

Hangovers are my worst nightmare and that's why I try not to drink more than I can handle, but I really needed it last night… This wasn’t how I was supposed to wake up the morning after my wedding. I was supposed to be in bed with my husband, tangled in white sheets, and sore from passionate love-making all night. But then, here I was, alone on the couch with a face smeared with makeup, and still in my wedding dress, which was now rumpled and soaked with tears. My phone lit up just then, and I grabbed it to check what it was. My eyes got so big, and I quickly jumped to her feet when I saw the time.

All of this pain… all of this suffering… because of a single misunderstanding. “Where is Asher? He needs me, right? I’ll wake him up.” I started walking, and they quickly followed behind me. “When did the accident happen?” I asked, my voice shaking. “It’s been a week.” I closed my eyes briefly as we continued walking. My tears never stopped falling. When we reached our room, I froze. The room was filled with medical equipment. Machines quietly running. Tubes connected. And there he was. My husband. Lying on the bed, unmoving, with an oxygen cannula resting under his nose.

I stirred awake, my eyes fluttered open. Where was I? I raised myself to a sitting position and saw I was naked. And there was someone beside me. I turned to see that this person had the blankets pulled over their head. It was none other than my husband. I winced a little as my head throbbed. I shook him awake. "Hey, babe. Wake up." He merely stirred but did not wake. "Christian, get up. We slept through the party." I shook him.

And suddenly, images, a gun, blood dripping, someone running, and screaming. Someone crying, someone begging, a woman’s voice. ‘Clyde is married.’ The bathroom spun around me. I grabbed the sink to stop myself from falling. The images vanished as quickly as they came, leaving me shaking. Breathing hard, terrified. Tomorrow was my wedding. And for the first time since I woke from that coma… I wasn’t sure if I knew the man I was about to marry.

I raised my brows at him and he couldn't say anything. “Happy wedding,” I greeted him before I left that fucking room. He's pushing me to reveal my true demon color. What a great first night with my husband.

Finally he said, "Wedding arousal." I remembered seeing that one on his computer, but I never opened it. "What's it about?" I asked. He didn't answer for a minute and finally lifted his head so he was looking at me. Then he said, "A girl who just got married and was very horny but, after the ceremony, her husband drinks too much and can't perform..." He trailed off at the end, looking at the floor.

In a clinic, Kate slowly opened her eyes, dizzy and disoriented. —Where am I? Nick rose from the sofa. —Darling, you finally woke up. —Who are you? —Kate eyed him with distrust. —Love, it’s me, Níkolas. Your husband. —Husband? —Kate looked at her finger. She was wearing a wedding ring. —Yes, love. You had an accident three days ago. You didn’t wake up. The doctor said it would be normal to feel confused. The blow was strong.

But fate had dealt us a cruel blow. A day before our scheduled wedding, Emily was involved in a tragic accident that left her in a coma. My heart ached at the memory, the pain still fresh even after all this time. She remained unconscious, trapped in a world between life and death. The wedding we had eagerly anticipated never took place.

"It's eight am... so no, you can't get four hours of sleep. I will let you sleep for an hour. It's our wedding day, remember." Yes, I remembered, and I felt utterly excited about the day. I wanted to get dressed right away and follow Jace to the wedding venue. About an hour later, I awoke with a start. I was the only one in the room, or so it seemed. It was dead quiet. My pulse was quickening, and I bolted right up. I went into the bathroom and saw him shaving. "Oh good, you're awake!" he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)