Married to the Man Who Can't Wake Up

Chapter 3

Word Count: 556 | Released on: 11/06/2026

stared down from the walls, their painted eyes seeming to judge her plain cloth

shed it open. The air that flowed out smelled

ight, and the only light came from the blinking LEDs of medical machines next

traight to the

iving

lines. Broad shoulders beneath the fine linen sheets. Only

id, voice flat. "Your duties are to car

walked directly to the bedside and picked u

ight frown creasing his

But as her fingers rested on his skin, a strang

lower leg. She pressed her thumb into his calf. Firm. Dense with muscle. Not so

therapists," Arthur said. "They work

pressure steady. All the data pointed to a persistent vegetative state. But her i

out to che

lid when Arthur spoke again. "Miss Curtis

ting Arthur's eyes in the dim light. He was a

"But before I rest, I'd like to pre

arranged in padded compartments were sets of silver needle

ed over the contents

d the kitchen to prepare a decoction of these. A

quest. It was calm,

, then gave a st

Anna looked down at Guy

n," she murmured, barely a breath. "Let's s

inted in the cold light of the monitors. A real patient,

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“I was the illegitimate daughter from the mountains, ignored by my wealthy father for years until they needed a sacrifice. My stepmother ordered me to marry Guy Livingston in place of my perfect half-sister. Guy had been in a severe car accident six months ago and was now a living corpse. "Kerry can't marry a vegetable, Anna. It would be a disaster for her image." When I refused, they threatened to destroy the preservation project my adoptive grandfather had poured his life into. To protect the only person who ever loved me, I signed the contract selling my life and was sent alone to the terrifying Livingston Estate. I was supposed to be a helpless pawn trapped in a cold room with a comatose husband. But using my grandfather's medical skills, I discovered a shocking secret while treating him. His muscles were firm, and he reacted to my pressure points. Guy Livingston was faking his coma. Before I could expose him, his butler drugged my water to keep me quiet. They all thought I was just a naive country girl they could easily control, drug, and discard in their rich family games. They were dead wrong. When my half-sister and her arrogant cousin came to the estate to physically humiliate me, I didn't run. I tamed the estate's legendary guard dogs with a single look and crippled her cousin's arm with a flick of my wrist. Looking at their terrified faces, I smiled calmly and turned to the butler. "Please notify the matriarch. We are having the trash taken out."”