All Chapters of My Comatose Husband Please Wake up!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I hadn’t been able to shake the image of Lana with James. The way she smiled at him, the way they talked so comfortably—it gnawed at me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together, and it drove me mad. How could she move on so easily? After everything we had shared, after everything we had been through, how could she just... let go?It wasn’t jealousy. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down, I knew it was. I hated that someone else was stepping into my place, and it didn’t help that James was the one who was offering her a lifeline. I had seen his eyes, that look of admiration when he looked at her. That was my Lana. She wasn’t supposed to be anyone else’s.I had to find out the truth.The thought festered in my mind as I sat behind my desk in my office, fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. I’d been trying to focus on work, trying to push all of this out of my head, but the image of them together wouldn’t leave me. I had to know what was going on. I n

The weeks following my company’s first major deal passed in a blur of meetings, negotiations, and relentless hard work. Every moment was a step forward, but the pressure never eased. Success came with its own set of challenges, and while I was prepared for most of them, I wasn’t prepared for the storm Clara was brewing behind the scenes.I hadn’t thought much about Clara since the party. Her attempts to provoke me with her taunts about Adrian felt insignificant now that I had more pressing concerns. I didn’t need her validation, nor did I care about her opinion. Still, Clara had never been one to let go of a grudge easily.---At the Sebastian estate, Clara paced the length of the sitting room, her frustration evident in every sharp click of her heels against the marble floor. Her parents, Charles and Miranda, sat nearby, observing her with a mix of concern and irritation.“This isn’t working,” Clara snapped, tossing a magazine onto the coffee table. The headline on the cover featured

The room buzzed with laughter and chatter, but my focus was on maintaining my composure. I hadn’t expected to see Adrian here, and yet, the moment our eyes met, it was as if the world narrowed to just the two of us. My chest tightened, my steps faltering as he made his way toward me with determined strides."Lana, we need to talk," Adrian said, his voice low but firm.I stiffened, refusing to let him see the chaos brewing inside me. "There's nothing to talk about, Adrian," I replied, turning to walk away.But he grabbed my wrist gently, his grip firm yet hesitant, like he was afraid I’d slip away. "Please. Just hear me out," he pleaded.I yanked my arm free and glared at him. "You had your chance, Adrian. You made your choice when you divorced me. Whatever you have to say, it’s too late."His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he’d let me go. But then, he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "I was wrong, Lana. I was a fool to let you go, and I regret it every single day.

The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I remembered before the world faded into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. The sterile white walls, the faint hum of medical machines, and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor made it clear where I was. I blinked a few times, trying to process what had happened.Then I saw Adrian. He sat by my bedside, his hands buried in his hair, looking more disheveled than I’d ever seen him. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions I wasn’t ready to confront—anger, sadness, and, annoyingly, a flicker of concern."Adrian?" My voice came out raspy, barely audible.His head shot up, relief flooding his features. "Lana. You’re awake."I tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in my head stopped me. Adrian was by my side in an instant, gently pressing a hand to my shoulder to keep me still."Don’t move too much," he said softly. "You fainted at the gala. You’ve been out for hours."I stared at him, trying to gather m

The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me like a suffocating fog. My mind was still racing from Adrian’s sudden appearance at Sophia’s apartment door the night before. I hadn’t slept; every time I closed my eyes, I imagined him barging into my life again, refusing to let me go.As I sat on the couch with a warm mug of tea that Sophia had made for me, I tried to push the memories of Adrian’s voice out of my head. Yet, deep down, I knew Adrian wouldn’t give up so easily. He wasn’t the type to walk away, especially now that he thought he had something to fight for. The thought made me shiver.Sophia plopped down next to me, her own cup in hand. “You look exhausted. Did you even get any sleep?”I shook my head, staring into the amber liquid. “How could I? Every time I start to think I’m getting my life together, Adrian shows up and turns everything upside down. And now he knows... about the baby.”Sophia gave me a sympathetic look. “He’s not going to stop, you know. Yo