Second Marriage Spoiled By A Coma Husband Novels & Stories

After getting laid off, I quickly landed a new job. I became the live-in son-in-law of a wealthy family. I stayed in a mansion, drove luxury cars, and did not have to do any housework. There was no need for me to work hard for the next fifty years, and my mother-in-law gave me a million dollars a month as pocket money. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. My wife was in a coma too. Before I signed the marriage papers, the elegant socialite, Laura Bennett, asked if I wanted to think it over. She told me her daughter might never wake up.

"Whitney! I want to see Whitney! Please don't marry him, I'm begging you! I love you, Whitney! Please don't do this to me!" Henry was pressed to the ground and beaten to a pulp. The guests witnessing this could not help commenting, "Did you see how the bride's ex-husband got beaten up badly for trying to snatch the bride?" "I did, but he deserved it! His ex-wife went into a coma for three years after saving his life, but he went looking for another woman during those three years, and even had a baby with that woman. I wouldn't forgive him either if it happened to me." "That means it's the second marriage for Lucas Grant's wife? Why would he fall for a divorced woman? Even his mother seems fi

"Look at you, you useless, pathetic cheapskate. You used expired medicine just to save a buck, and you bought a wheelchair that's ready for the scrap heap! I must've been cursed to end up with a man like you!" Iris panted heavily, as if she had just found an outlet for her hatred. "I'll be brutally honest with you. I've been seeing someone else for a while now! He's young, handsome, gentle, and considerate. Most importantly, I already bought a penthouse at Quantum Heights in full, and it's under his name!

I'm not the problem. And tomorrow morning, over breakfast, in our designer kitchen with our marble countertops and our organic coffee and our carefully curated life, I'm going to watch him try to explain this away. I'm going to watch him smile and smooth talk and make this somehow my fault. And for the first time in six years, I'm not going to let him. My phone buzzes. The screenshots I sent myself. Evidence I never thought I'd need to collect. Evidence of a marriage that died long before tonight, I just didn't want to see it.

Emotionally. Like too many foundations had collapsed too quickly beneath him. Then he said quietly— “If the certificate is real…” He stopped. Couldn’t continue. Lena answered anyway. “Then your father lived with that suspicion for decades.” “No,” Sebastian said softly. His eyes lifted toward hers. “That means my mother did too.” The grief in that realization nearly crushed the room. Because suddenly this wasn’t about corporate war anymore. It was about a marriage poisoned slowly over time by doubt and silence. Lena reached for his hand again.

He didn't pause for hellos, looming over the bed like a storm cloud. "Dr. Carmen," Howard snarled immediately, voice dripping venom. "Sandwiches? Hallway stares? What's your game with that doctor?" Charlotte's heart stuttered. "Howard, wait—" "No!" he cut her off, slamming a fist on the bedrail. "Rule 7, clause 3—exclusive fidelity. No flirting, no distractions. Our marriage is in two days. My family's reputation is on the line—Grandfather's trust, the Carter name. You think you can cozy up to some doctor and throw it all away?"

I was Victor Costa's sickly wife. He was the CEO of the Costa Group and had married me despite his family's objections. On the opening day of the Costa Foundation's centennial charity week, I passed out from low blood sugar on the livestream. My husband, Victor, was in Europe for meetings, and his sister, Isabella Costa, was sure I was faking again. But after Dr. Rossi examined me, he frowned and asked her, "She's been malnourished for a long time, and her prescription hasn't been refilled in at least three months. Doesn't anyone feed her?" The livestream comments exploded with laughter. [Mrs. Costa, malnourished? I'd sooner believe the Costa Group had gone bankrupt.] Everyone knew Victor se

I flinched, pilling my hand back a little harder than I expected, I tried to cover it up with a cough but Cole Ryder’s eyes had already snapped to the movement. He turned to my husband. “Careful.” My husband chuckled. “Relax, Mr Cole. She’s fine. She’s just very clumsy.” Mr Cole set down his glass. “Are you sure that was just a clumsy reaction, Daniel? All through this event she has looked like she was in pain, her face looks very red. Shouldn’t you take better care of your own wife, Daniel?” Silence fell across the table. And my blood went cold. My husband cleared his throat, laughed too loud and then responded

"They stopped meaning anything the day we got divorced. Go back to Ophelia, and stop bothering me." His body swayed from side to side. A bitter smile appeared on his face. "S-She is in a coma." I looked up in shock. "After we fought on our wedding day, I tried to leave. She ran after me. She wasn't paying attention, and she ended up getting hit by a car. Not only did she lose the baby, but the doctor even said she might never wake up." His trembling voice carried a trace of hope. "But maybe that's for the best. She'll never come between us again."

"I want a divorce! My husband doesn't love me anymore!" I step into the county clerk's office holding my water-damaged marriage certificate just in time to hear a young woman at the next window filing for divorce. She's sobbing uncontrollably, insisting that she and her husband have fallen out of love. By a strange stroke of luck, her husband shares the exact same name as mine—Louie Russell. The only difference is that her husband is the wealthiest man in Jalenne, while mine is just an ordinary guy. Smiling at the coincidence, I hand my marriage certificate over to the clerk. "Could you please issue me a replacement?" But the next second, the clerk gives me a strange look. "Ma'am, you