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

Larissa, the woman who introduced herself to me, entered as well. The room was full before I even realized it and the man that had caused the commotion was already standing close to him. If they called him Dante, then he is my husband and a miracle has just unfolded before my eyes after three years of him being in a vegetative state. I slowly started exiting the door and I felt his eyes follow me as I slipped out of the room first. What can I say? If that man is my husband, Dante Drummond, then I would have to run for my dear life because even in his weakest point, he represented danger and savageness.

Miriam’s POV “What happened after he left the house?” “I don’t know. I don’t know…what did you say happened to him?” I asked frantically. “He’s in a coma. We’re trying our best but we can’t tell you when he will wake up,” the doctor explained but I was not comprehending. “Coma? I thought he only had a leg injury? What did you do to my husband?” I was getting hysterical now. “Calm down, Miss. He just arrived back here almost unconscious. We have no idea where he went.”

In my mind, all I could think of was to seek Harvey to save her. It was just that I was overly rushed when I descended the stairs. As a result, I fell from the stairs on the second floor to the first floor and knocked my head hard to the point that I felt my head was spinning slightly. I gritted my teeth and stood up, only to discover a shocking pool of blood on the floor. My face immediately turned pale. I was so frightened that I couldn't move. It wasn't until Irene accompanied me to the hospital that I found out I was pregnant.

She was now wondering if Jason knew about her husband's will and the reason he claimed to be married so that he could become the heir. What Mrs Haward didn't know was that her husband discovered that his quickly advancing cancer stage was triggered by her. This information was confirmed the night he was out with Jason at the music festival. Knowing he only had a couple of days left to live, and his lawyer was out of town, making it difficult to change his will, he drugged Jason and got him to marry Julia Harrison, who was equally drugged. After the ceremony, which took place in his office with a judge present, he had his guard drop them both at Jason's apartment. They were both awake but ver

Like I wasn't he's already. Everyone applauds. We walk back down the aisle and I'm officially married to a stranger. We're in the reception hall for maybe five minutes. I'm holding a glass of champagne I haven't touched, standing next to my husband who hasn't said a single word to me, when the doors explode inward. Some man walks in. They were all dressed in black like it was some kind of funeral. I turned to look at my husband but he looked still and too controlled. There was lot of them.

"It's last minute...I know... But think about it this way, it's day before the big event...our wedding...A private, high-society party to celebrate us before we take the altar. I actually love the idea." We did not have a pre-wedding gala in my past life... Why the hell are things changing now? What is changing the time line? Why was he so bent on publicizing to the world that we were getting married? "No. No, fucking absolutely not." The words tore out of my mouth before I could stop them. I pressed my hands back against my dresser, my knuckles turning white. "Daniel, look at me. I can barely stand up. I’m exhausted...I think I’m coming down with something...my head is pounding, and I spent

As her sharp nails rubbed against my neck, she asked, "Why are you still keeping her alive? You're not still in love with her, are you?" My husband, Peter Crawford, crawled out of bed and then smoked a cigarette nonchalantly. He snapped out of his daze only when his phone rang. After taking a quick glance, he answered his phone attentively, "Mrs. Gibson, is everything okay?" When the woman heard how Peter addressed his caller, she got back to the side of the bed and blew air at him, titillating him till his breaths began to get a little heavy. From the other end of the call, my mother asked in a concerned voice, "Are you alright, Peter?"

He asked and interrupted, “Leave that, we have somewhere far more important to be.” “Where are we going ma'am?” his eyebrows quirked up and I caught the hints of joy in his eyes as I replied him. “We are going to pay a visit to your boss?” I said and he arched his brow in confusion. I stayed still waiting for him to understand the message. Not up to a second later, his eyes lit up and I nodded. “My husband is out of the coma!” Following my voice, I jumped for joy as the far turned around and veered in the opposite direction.

I responded by teasing him. "Why? What's the issue with you sleeping in my bed?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Because I'm not your wife," I responded to him in a furious tone. What has happened to him, and why is he acting so strangely? He had some crazy crab or mentally unstable fish for dinner the night before, which caused his mind to become deranged. "Mrs. Woods, you and I were married in front of a large crowd at a church, and by this point, news of our union must have reached every country in the world. No one will now trust you."

“is he responsible for the pregnancy?” Yes, he…he!” I stuttered, my gaze still locked in the photo, “He is my husband and I miss him more than I have ever done. I left him in a horrible condition and I regret ever leaving him for Ohio.” Stella’s brow knitted and she asked me a billion questions with those watery dash-eyes of hers. “What condition did you leave him? And why are you feeling sad as if you are responsible for his misfortune? “My husband is in a coma,” I interrupted her and sniffed repeatedly, but the pounding of my heart stole away every effort to keep calm, “He has been in a coma for a long time, his family has forgotten about and considered him dead.”