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

“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.”

We slept together on a daily basis but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire. I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up. It was at my wedding I knew that my husband to be was an heir to a company . . crazy huh?. I looked at the clock that was hung on the wall and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work . “Fuck!” I stood up And made my way to the bathroom immediately

I just laughed at myself for being a bedridden pregnant bride in this hospital. Jameson and I married in such a strange but unique way. I was lying on the hospital bed while he was standing right next to me. It might not be like any other wedding but what's important is our love for each other. Jameson is now my husband. "I love you, darling," I mumbled, and he kissed me. ... At midnight, everyone around me was crying. I saw Janice, Niana, and Ivan outside the ward, and they were crying, probably also trying to accept my fate.

A part of me already knew… “We believe her name is Selene Ricardo.” And she said it. The phone nearly slipped from my hand as a sharp twist coiled in my stomach. So, it was always her… And now, standing before the emergency ward, I see them. My husband was lying unconscious on the white bed, his tanned face now pale, his lips devoid of colour, with tubes already attached to his arms. His chest rose shallowly and unevenly, as if each breath was more difficult than the last.

I muffled out not sure whether they heard me or not. “We know dear” My brows raised at that. “Your husband kept calling your name before he fell into coma” He did? “He’s coma” I didn't know how I feel about it. But whatever situation he was in, he deserved it or more. “Sorry we didn't mean to scare you. My husband found you two beside the stream. Already you have fainted. Whereas your husband was still in his right senses. That was when he heard him calling your name. Don't worry you're in safe hands. You should recover soon. Your husband will be fine too”

The satin of my wedding robe clung to my still-flushed skin as I slipped out of the honeymoon suite, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The reception had ended three hours ago. My new husband— sweet, safe, slightly drunk Ethan, was passed out cold on the king-sized bed upstairs, tie still half-knotted around his neck, snoring softly like the night was already over. Our wedding night. The one I’d dreamed about for months. The one that was supposed to be passionate and breathless and everything I’d never quite gotten from him before.

he said. "How long have we been married?" I asked and he leaned closer to me to plant a kiss on my cheek. "It's only been a year. You were married once before to a certain jerk who treated you like garbage and divorced you when he felt like it," he said and I gripped my white dress, more confusion clouding up my mind. I tried to remember something, anything at all. But nothing came to my mind. All I knew was my name. Nothing else. "You've been in a coma for three months. You should take things easy, he said, brushing my hair away from my shoulder, his fingers grazing the exposed curve of my neck.

I caught the first note of my arousal in the air and tightened my hold on him, my nails sinking into the back of his neck. His groan wasn’t one of pain. “You are making this impossible, woman. I understand you want me, but could you for a moment, control yourself?” I died. That was it. I must have fallen during the Hunt and hit my head (likely the result of my weak ankles) and died. That was the only explanation for what my husband was saying to me right now in this current moment.

Then I realised that I was in Sagar's home and we got married yesterday. I pushed his arm away with all my might and got out of the bed. I turned to look at my handsome husband, he was sleeping like a child. He was looking so good sleeping with a sweet smile on his face. I touched his hair with my fingers and combed them a bit. I smiled at the memory how he was sleeping on my couch while my parents knocked on the door. That was so scary... I got up and went to washroom did my morning routine and took a bath.

EPISODE SEVENTY TWO. SUBTITLE; A night to remember.. "Where is he?" She asked and he pointed at the VVIP ward Infront of her.. She didn't wait to hear what he wanted to say and rushed into the ward.. There lay her husband with pale skin and blue lips.. Her heart couldn't help but waver as she walked towards his bed.. How could she be so careless and not know that her husband was allergic to cinnamon.. She sat down beside him and took his free hand in hers and entwined their fingers..