Second Marriage Spoiled By A Coma Husband Novels & Stories

“Second time’s the charm love. We’ve kissed how many times this week. Something tells me you don’t hate me as much as you say you do.” I chuckled, leaning back in my seat while he took my hand and placed it on his leg. He leaned back against the arm he was sitting on while looking at my brother. “I had a cousin who went through the same process your brother is going through. I don’t think it was the same with your brother’s but the whole coma thing was a real downer for the family.” I looked up at him. “Did he make it?” He shook his head. “He died on his second month of being in a coma. That was before we noticed the doctor taking care of him didn’t have a license.”

The door opens and a doctor along with nurse comes out,both looking tired. "Mrs.Dores"the doctor calls out and I was Infront of him within a second. "How are they? How is my husband?"I asked my voice shaking with fear. "I am sorry but we did everything we could"he says with a sigh and I fall on my knees. "Is my husband dead?"I son "Mrs.Dores, your husband suffered an injury to the brain but we were able to stabilize him. He is in a coma right now."he says. "Then what are you talking about?"I asked in confusion.

After all, some things could not be rushed. A month later, I received the divorce certificate from the court. Grace and I had officially dissolved our marriage. I heard she had suffered a mental breakdown in prison, alternating between crying and laughing while constantly calling out Harry's name. As for Ryan's mother, she could not handle the shock and lost her mind. Later that year, I ran into Mrs. Thompson at a coffee shop. She had aged considerably but seemed to be in decent spirits. "Derek, thank you," she said to me.

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

“You’ve said you were okay multiple times, but you keep spacing out. Babe, tell me what the problem is, and I’ll see what I can do about it. Are you hungry? Did anything happen during the ceremony?” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” He smiled. “I see. You want to go to Paris, don’t you?” I laughed. “Paris is overrated.” He laughed, joining me as we went to sit down in a corner while we looked at people still dancing in the venue. “It was successful,” I said. He looked at me. “I’m so sorry that your first marriage had to be with me.” I smiled, giving him my most handsome, dashing smile, letting my teeth show.

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Instead, he said five words that shattered everything she thought she knew. "Daniel Hart isn't your husband." The call disconnected. And for the first time since this nightmare began, Emma realized the truth might be far worse than betrayal. Because if Daniel wasn't really her husband... Then who had she been married to for the last seven years?

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“What if your father is playing a prank on us right now?* Eartha suggested, probably trying to Freddie up and it worked. Freddie was back on his usual countenance again. “Thank you Eartha. It's barely a week since I divorced her, so how could she have gotten married to my father? Even if they did get married, I would have found out.” Whatever he wants to say to suit his delusion. “Maddie,” Camden said, "I turned to him immediately. “Come with me.” They exchanged glances at each other as they watched us walking away. Odora looked like she got something to say but held it inside. Even though I kinda enjoy everything happening right now, I do feel bad for odours. Imagine being with a man for al