Second Marriage Spoiled By A Coma Husband Novels & Stories

"I see now. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to stall me so I can't go to Yasmine. Ha! I never thought you'd play hard to get. However, that won't work on me." Seeing him like this, I felt an unexpected sense of relief that I realized the importance of cutting losses in time. After he was done scolding me, I got off the car. As I watched his car speed away, I let out a deep sigh and went back to work. Back in the office, I continued coding when a cup of coffee was placed beside my hand. "What's wrong? Did you and your husband have an argument?" Shawn Jacobi, my friend from college, had joined the company after graduation. We used to talk about everything. However, we g

My voice trembles, but Vivian only smirks. “Spare me the sob story.” She pulls out her phone, tilting the screen toward me. “Here. Take a good look at him. Not so bad, huh?” Adrian stares back at me from the photo. I blink, stunned. He’s… perfect. Sharp features, a strong jawline, deep-set hazel eyes, and tousled dark hair. I could almost imagine falling for someone like him. But the picture doesn’t tell the whole story. The man I’ll marry isn’t standing tall or smiling like he is in this photo. He’s lying in a hospital bed, unmoving. Crippled. Comatose.

"You're the one who doesn't like coffee. I just stopped accommodating you. Howard, you were so desperate to see me. Now that you have, stop wasting your time." It hadn't even been a month, yet all his former confidence had completely collapsed. I knew that while Joshua had agreed to let me handle Howard myself, the Zimmermans had been secretly causing trouble for Schultz Corporation. Both Howard and his company were at the end of their rope. Clutching his cup, Howard let out a bitter laugh. "When you first said you were marrying someone else, I really thought you were just trying to make me jealous. I didn't think you were serious.

He didn't even recognize me. When he started to look closer, Evelyn quickly blocked his view. "Babe, this shameless woman keeps saying she's your wife!" Then, she pouted and cried harder. "I'm only thinking about your reputation." Adrian wiped her tears with tender care. "Don't get upset. People like her aren't worth it. You're pregnant, remember? You wanted that painting from the House of Wexley, right? I'll get it for you. Be good." His words humiliated me. I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child.

“How long have I been here?” “Three days,” he said Three days felt like a lifetime. My hands trembled as I tried to sit up. “And Liam? Is he—” The doctor exhaled slowly, lowering the chart. “Your husband is alive,” he said, and my chest loosened for half a second before he continued, “but he’s in a coma.” The words hit me like a blow. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, that can’t be right. He was talking—he told me—” My voice broke. “He told me he loved me.”

He lived a life worse than hell. I watched him trembling like a leaf with a face beaten so badly that he was barely recognizable, and I found myself thinking that he had once been my husband and the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. But he was presently lying beside my feet and clinging on to life like a stray dog. I drew my leg back. “Papa, it’s time for us to go in. The show is about to start.” Milo’s muffled pleas came from behind me, but Hank immediately interrupted him. “Get over here! Don’t dirty Principessa Stella’s eyes!”

Three years ago, I suffered a miscarriage while helping Julian Holt, my husband, secure a crucial deal. The doctor informed me that my uterus had to be removed due to severe blood loss, and I would never be able to conceive again. Julian flew back that same night. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself repeatedly. His eyes were bloodshot. “It’s all my fault! If it weren’t for me and that business deal, you wouldn’t be in this state, and we wouldn’t have lost the child… It’s all my fault!” Over the next month, he went back and forth between the company and the hospital, visibly growing thinner by the day.

The fastest one had already yanked open his pants, spreading her legs and forcing himself inside. Sarah cried out in despair. “Rhett! How could you treat me like this?” Rhett simply watched the miserable scene of the husband and wife with a satisfied smile. “You betrayed your husband,” he said calmly. “Why would you think I could still trust you? Even though I don’t remember everything from that dream, I saw one thing: you betrayed me.” Another man had already replaced the first between Sarah’s legs. She struggled and sobbed, but no one paid her any attention.

No one knew that while my body lay unconscious in the hospital, I had lived another life. I had been married to Damien for thirty years and those were the most miserable years of my life. I watched him fall in love with Bella and bring her into our home. I even insisted she have an abortion when I found out Bella was pregnant. She did and she died. Damien changed and accused me of killing her. He used his full mafia power and unleashed it on my family, ruining them and causing my parents to die from a heart attack. Heartbroken and defeated, I killed myself.

My husband, Caleb Jones, and I both had our issues. I was possessive, while he liked seeing me angry. He said emotion was proof of love. You only got angry when you loved someone. So he was always doing things just to get under my skin. I hated that he stayed in touch with his first love, Maya Stone. He went and arranged for Maya to work directly under him. I repeatedly told him they were not to meet in private. He went on a date with her anyway, then made a point of telling me about it. I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes clinging to Maya. He brought her home to stay with us for an entire week, making me smell it every single day. I flew into a rage. For the first time, I said I was le