Second Marriage Spoiled By A Coma Husband Novels & Stories

"Forgive me, when I first saw you, I seriously thought you're still in college." I chuckled. "Must be because of my height. But yeah, I'm married." Rory smiled, then she gracefully clasped her hands on the table. "Come on, tell me about your husband." "Excuse me?" Her smile widened. "What's your husband like, Bianca?" I cleared my throat. "Well… he's…" He's an asshole bastard who manipulated me into marrying him. But instead, I forced a smile. "He's a businessman. He… recently got into an accident and is in therapy right now."

She asked. "Yes," Farrah smiled. She felt a wave of happiness, hope. Farrah placed a hand over her cheek and looked at Helen, "There she is," She blinked looking at silently crying Helen. The adoration on her face pushed the confusion away. She snapped her head back at her husband. He nodded in confirmation. "I....h..." She took a step back. "I was in a coma after my accident. You were just three years old. My small angel." Marcello spoke, smiling, his arm was securely wrapped around his wife's shoulder.

she asked eagerly to know. Both doctors nodded. Paris was so happy with the good news. "Your husband is in a coma and when he awakens there's a 50/ 50 chance that he might not be able to walk again for he fell pretty hard on his back and damaged his spinal card," said one of the doctors. Paris covered her mouth shockingly. "You can check on your husband now but when he wakes up, and in due time we allow you to take him home, he'll need a lot of attention."

The plan was that they would get married as soon as they had enough money to feel comfortable. Three months after Jim moved in he lost his job; he had been an alcoholic and had fallen off the wagon. He didn't look very hard for a new job and the small savings they had built up started to disappear. His drinking got worse; he abused her when drunk and their sex life became more like multiple rapes.

he growled. “My marriage certificate.” I leaned back and chuckled. “And before you ask, yes, all the signatures and seals are legit. Catherine and I are married.” “She's in a coma, for fuck's sake! And you divorced her!” He pointed his finger at me, seething. I couldn't help but enjoy his little outburst. “I did divorce her, realized my mistake, and married her again. She agreed. Her signature proves it.” He shook his head. “It doesn't matter! She can't be your wife! She's unconscious!”

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

Luckily for me, karma had its own plans as my son faced betrayal from the woman he claimed to love deeply. Fast forward to five years, they willingly remarried, blessing me with three adorable grandchildren from their previous union. Unfortunately, my son's recklessness has put their marriage in jeopardy, and now, with Rosalie in a coma following a fatal accident, we're left uncertain about whether she will wake up or not.

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

I asked, remembering that Ethan might had threatened him into deceiving his parents about our marriage. He looked at me for a moment without saying a word, then excused himself and came back to ask if Ethan was here yet. I shook my head no. He stood there for a moment, his face changing to sad before he finally spoke. “I don’t think I can wait for your husband anymore,” he paused and looked at me directly in the eyes. “Your in-laws were in a terrible accident. They are both in a coma right now." “What?” The word was a whisper, a disbelieving gasp. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It felt unreal, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from. My mind couldn’t process it as the shock was too

“At least we’re happy, which is more than I can say for a marriage of convenience.” The jab was aimed directly at Robert and Grace, who had married without love and ended up losing Archer in the process. Robert’s face darkened, but he couldn’t come up with a retort. The atmosphere at the table grew noticeably heavier. Halfway through the meal, Mark’s phone rang. He looked a bit embarrassed as he glanced at the grandparents and muttered an apology before stepping out to take the call. Before leaving the dining room, they heard him answer, “Hi, Mom.”