Second Marriage Spoiled By A Coma Husband Novels & Stories

The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke. "That's my fault. If we can't have kids, then we won't. I swear, Claire — I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you." But in our second year of marriage, Vivian came back. She got on her knees and begged, said she'd lost her mind back then, and now her mother was in the hospital and she had nowhere else to turn. I felt sorry for her. I found her a job, wired her money, and personally looked after her mother.

My thumb hovered over the call button again, ready to redial her number for what must have been the tenth time this morning. Ever since I heard the news of Charlotte and Adam’s engagement, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—was suffocating. When I first found out their marriage was just a business arrangement, it was like a lifeline. I told myself I still had a chance, that I could fix things between us, that she would see reason. But now? Now they were planning to get married for real. That was it. That would be the end of us.

Amelia had never expected to have such a tragic life. In the second year of her marriage, she was drugged to vegetable status. She could not move, speak, eat, or go to the bathroom on her own, but could hear and feel and see how her husband betrayed and humiliated her. In the big, fancy wedding room of her and her husband, Amelia was placed in a cold wheelchair with a thin blanket covering her legs. In front of her was an extravagant canopy bed which was picked up by her mother as the dowry. But now there lay another woman, laughing and tangling with her own husband, Ian.

But I glanced at my husband and he nodded with a nervous smile. “Yes, that is true. Our families have held on regardless. The string sometimes was too weak and it would’ve cut, but eventually things happen the way they happen. My husband has been so nice to me. He even proposed to me the second time so we could have a dream wedding. Isn’t that so sweet of him?” I asked, showing off my ring to everybody and glanced at my husband who was trying to change the entire topic so she wouldn’t expose us. Because I was already suspecting that she was intoxicated. But maybe that’s just the way she is. Maybe that is just the way she behaves normally. I thought she was batshit crazy and I was already fee

to me. How ridiculous... Here was my husband, who for an entire month failed to come and visit me even though I was in a coma and unable to leave the bed. And the reason he did present was because of the divorce? Wouldn’t he at least wait for me to get out of the hospital before he mentioned that fucking divorce AGAIN? I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. After hearing his words, I held his gaze and firmly responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to. I lost my memories.”

He asked. "I've been good, and you?" I asked as we slowly pull away from each other. "Great, now, what's the big secret you've been wanting to tell me?" He sat down and so did I. "My husband is in a coma" I tell him sadly. He frowned, it's like he already knows what I was about to say. "He had an accident but.... someone set a trap for him. I have proof and I'm not sure the police will take it seriously, even with the fact that he's a drug dealer and human trafficker" I told him.

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

I had brushed off all the advice I received. "Zoe, that jerk didn't believe you were hospitalized! He refused to sign the Critical Care Notification, and the doctors had no choice but to only give you the most basic treatment. You've been in a coma for three days. I thought you weren't going to wake up…" She sobbed. I wanted to squeeze her hand like I used to do so when she was upset to comfort her, but I couldn't summon the strength. I knew I didn't have much time left.

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful? That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

(Winona) It’s been two months since I saw my husband Jayden. I’m almost positive he’s coming to ask me for a divorce right now but I’m not giving up. Three years ago, after a car accident, he lost his memory, and I lay in a coma for a year. When I woke up, all I wanted to do was see him again. All I wanted was for us to be the couple we once were.