“‘Mom… Don’t Open Your Eyes’—I Woke From a Coma and Discovered My Husband Was Waiting for Me to Die”

The one who used to braid my hair when we were kids. The one who lent me her dress for my wedding. The same woman who cried in front of everyone here, claiming she would trade her life for mine.

Her heels echoed across the floor before she appeared. Then came her signature perfume—the one she bragged about because it made her “smell expensive.”

“Let him say goodbye,” she said calmly. “The notary will be here soon.”

“The doctor has already been clear,” Ryan replied. “I’m not wasting money keeping an empty shell alive.”

An empty shell.

A surge of fury rushed through me so violently I thought I might wake up screaming.

“My mom is coming back,” Ethan said, his voice trembling.

Ryan gave a dry laugh.

“She’s gone, kid.”