Novel & Cerita My Comatose Husband Woke Up At Our Wedding Night!

It diminished because of the person who I saw, Jace. "Wh—what happened?" He was equally scared, then he hurried to her. But before he could help her out as well, she wasn't conscious anymore. It was either she had passed out, passed on, or was in a coma. And irrespective of what it was, I cared less. At least, my husband wasn't going to find out about my secret. My game was still on track. ***

I reached over and held his hand and waited. "Adrian I..." I turned to him ,but stopped talking as I realized his eyes were closed. I nearly groaned in frustration. Did my husband just fall asleep on our wedding night? I let out a big sigh, then closed my eyes. Before I knew it, I drifted into a deep slumber. The next morning, I woke up in an empty bed. Adrian had already gotten up and left. I pouted. Why couldn't he wake me up too? We could've had breakfast together!

"But didn't Ethan say that he would wake up one day?" Adeline was slightly stunned and looked at the man in front of him in surprise. He remembered that when he just came in, both Ethan and Culver were standing beside him. If it weren't for the people they were familiar with, why would she stay here alone? "Are you really—Christiano?" "It's real!" Christiano put ice on her face and looked at Adeline with gentle eyes! Adeline faced his husband who had suddenly woken up. She didn't know what kind of mood she should use to explain this!

He collapsed on top of me and he slept off, the next day, he woke up with no memory of what he did. I am currently five months pregnant, I'm pretty sure I conceived on the night of our wedding and when I found out, it was a joyous occasion and for the first time I saw actual joy in my husbands eyes but after the first month, it quickly dwindled away and he went back to his normal ways, he takes care of pack business and then he comes to the room drunk and he climbs on top of me and cries out for another woman and the next morning he wakes up and he's so apologetic. But the same thing happens over and over, it's rinse and repeat that's how my day goes.

I looked at Lideon again when he squeezed my hand. "I do,” I closed my eyes and whispered, holding back sobs. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, Mr. Martin.” The hall was filled with applause. Everyone seems happy and encouraging. Well, not me. I've been wanting to explode with anger and pain. Here I am getting married to another man when my fiance is lying in a hospital bed, comatose and with no assurance of waking up! I glared at Lideon. He held my waist tight and pulled me closer to him. I held onto his chest to not get too close, but he wasn’t bothered by my resistance.

The lights glowed yellow, like something watching from the dark. As I got out of the car, a gaunt elderly couple came up to me. Naomi explained to me that these were my new in-laws, Fred and Wilma Beresford. Since I had agreed to it, I did not hesitate. I greeted them politely. Fred and Wilma nodded at me with satisfaction. A dim bulb hung from the ceiling. The table was covered with burning candles. A strange rag doll sat in the center. I looked at Fred and Wilma in shock. Wilma stepped forward to explain. “Even though my daughter can’t move anymore, a wedding still needs to follow the proper ceremonies. So my husband and I decided to use a rag doll in her place.”

The guy said. " Why? Are we going somewhere?" I asked him. " Yes, you can't stay here, it is too close to the city, it will take half a day for My Black to here, we need to be far away from this place when it happens. " He said. I feel like I am in some kind of movie, I can't believe this is my life and why? Because I chose to marry a criminal. I don't know how he was able to hide it from me but I know, I know that my husband is shady. He drugged me, he drugged me, I bet he didn't think that I would find out, that my memory would come back but it had always been at the back of my head. My husband is a murderer who shot a man in cold blood on our wedding day.

I take them out for one last glance and run my gaze over both our signatures. And just like that, the last five years of our marriage flash in front of my eyes. On the night of our marriage, he came to our room drunk. “Hannah,” he mumbled, his breath smelling like wine. “I knew you’d never leave me.” He was too drunk to even see straight, let alone understand the person standing in front of him. I tried to shake him awake, but he used his strength to pin me to the bed instead. “What are you doing?”

So in washroom I changed to a sky blue net nightie which had plunging neck down up to my navel. I sat on the cot in a cinematic style while my husband, Mr Suresh also changed and poured two glasses of drinks and brought to me saying that we have to celebrate our night. I could not say no and after a boast we finished one glass. He continued his second, and then third. I went to him and hug him from behind. He was not very responsive. He told that because of marriage function he was very tiered and then went to deep slumber, snoring within minutes.

I could not deny the fact that I married the man I loved, and I was tremendously happy. "Get off my bed you ugly gold duckling." His voice took me unawares. Did I mishear him? I got off the bed and looked at him. He was a red flag to a bull. I took a step forward but to my surprise he stepped back and glared at me as if I was a piece of shit who was making him nauseated. He was having difficulty handling his body. He was drunk. On the night of our wedding. My heart suddenly felt heavy.