All Chapters of My Comatose Husband Please Wake up!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The envelope sat on my desk like a challenge I wasn’t ready to face. Inside was an invitation—formal, pristine, and heavy with expectation. James Connelly had invited me to a prestigious business event as his guest. For most people, this would have been exciting, even flattering. For me, it was a reminder of all the ways I didn’t belong in that world anymore.I sat down and carefully opened the envelope again, as though looking at the elegant font one more time would make it less intimidating. It didn’t. The details were all there—location, time, dress code. A black-tie event, of course. The kind of event where people whispered behind your back if you wore last season’s gown or didn’t carry yourself like you belonged. My stomach twisted at the thought of walking into that room, all eyes turning toward me. Would they recognize me as the daughter of a failed businessman? Would they see me as the woman whose marriage ended in a public mess? Or worse—would they not see me at all, dismissi

The car ride to the event felt like an eternity. As James expertly navigated through the city streets, I sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting with the clasp of my clutch. My palms were clammy, and my heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment I agreed to come. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew one thing: this wasn’t my usual scene.“You’re going to be fine,” James said, glancing at me with a reassuring smile. “Just be yourself. Everyone will love you.”“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, forcing a smile. “You do this kind of thing all the time.”He chuckled, his confidence as effortless as always. “True, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get nervous sometimes. The trick is to fake it until you make it.”Fake it until you make it. I could do that—hopefully.When we finally pulled up to the grand estate where the event was being held, I couldn’t help but gape at the sheer extravagance of it all. The sprawling mansion was lit up like a Christmas tree, its towering columns and intrica

The room was alive with the hum of conversation, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses. As I stepped into the grand ballroom on James’s arm, I felt every pair of eyes turn toward us. My nerves screamed at me to run, but James’s steady presence grounded me. His confidence was infectious, and his praise earlier about how well I carried myself gave me a sliver of courage.The chandeliers above sparkled like stars, and the soft murmur of chatter around us felt almost dreamlike. I caught glimpses of curious glances and whispers, but I held my head high, determined not to let the weight of this moment crush me.Then I saw him.Adrian stood across the room, tall and striking, but the look on his face made my stomach drop. His eyes locked on me, and for a moment, I felt exposed, as though all the progress I’d made crumbled under the intensity of his gaze. I froze, unsure whether to approach or hide.But he didn’t give me a choice.Before I could even think, Adrian was walking toward us,

When the party finally ended, I felt a mix of relief and exhaustion. The weight of pretending, of keeping my composure under Clara’s taunts and Adrian’s presence, had drained me completely. James had offered to drop me off, but I declined, insisting that I wanted some time alone with Sophia.Sophia was already waiting in the living room when I got back to the apartment, her expression expectant. I knew she had a lot to say, and so did I.“Finally!” she exclaimed, patting the spot next to her on the couch. “You’re going to tell me everything. What was Adrian’s deal tonight? And who was that guy you came with? He’s cute, by the way.”I managed a tired laugh as I sank into the couch. “James is...just someone helping me with the company. He knew my father.”“And Adrian?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.I hesitated, unsure how much to share. The truth was, I’d been holding back something big from her, and after tonight, it felt impossible to keep it to myself any longer.“Sophia, there’s so

The days following the party were a blur for me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lana with James. The image was burned into my mind—her laughing, looking so effortlessly beautiful beside him. Something about their chemistry was undeniable, and it gnawed at me. She wasn’t the same person I remembered, and that unsettled me more than anything.I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. I had tried to push it down, to focus on work and my obligations, but every time I saw her face in my mind, the pang of regret, guilt, and jealousy became impossible to ignore. I had made a terrible mistake. I had let her go. And now, someone else was standing in the place I once held.I couldn’t help but replay our marriage in my mind—the arguments, the broken promises, the way things fell apart between us. I had pushed her away, but I didn’t want to lose her completely. Not to him. Not to anyone.I had tried to reach out to her—again and again—sending her texts, calling her whenever I had a moment