Chapter 2

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was my brother, Adam.

He greeted me with a grin. "Bro, I heard you woke up. I came to see how you're recovering."

There was a hint of challenge in his words.

"You wish I was dead, don't you?" I coldly looked at him.

Adam was caught off guard by my attitude and froze for a moment.

Lily stepped in front of him.

"What's wrong with you today? Are you too tired? Get some more rest," she said, almost ordering me as she forcefully pressed the button to lower my hospital bed.

"Nurse, my husband's emotions are unstable. Can someone come and check on him?" she called out.

"Sis, my brother is so fierce," Adam whined to Lily.

Lily's voice softened. "Don't bother with a coma patient..."

The two of them started speaking intimately in front of me without any restraint.

My fingers dug into my flesh as I struggled to suppress my surging emotions.

Lily didn't even glance back at me as she left the room with Adam.

I could no longer contain myself. I screamed frantically, sweeping all the glass cups off the bedside table onto the floor.

Lying in bed, looking at the mess around me, I completely broke down.

The wife who had once vowed to spend her life with me, and the brother I had raised from childhood, were now fooling me like I was an idiot.

How absurd.

How laughable.

I had ended up in this coma because I was trying to save Lily from a fire.

When we first met, we were both just working-class people.

During our toughest times, we couldn't even afford rent.

Lily had swallowed her pride and borrowed money from her parents for my sake.

After paying the rent, she had hugged me and cried in our tiny 100-square-foot apartment.

Looking out at the office buildings, I had vowed to start my own business from scratch and give her a good life.

Six months later, I opened a small company.

In winter, no matter how cold it was, Lily would crawl out of our warm bed to cook for me when I returned home late from overtime work.

That night, I was out meeting a client when it started drizzling.

Lily came to bring me an umbrella, but a fire suddenly broke out in the mall, trapping her in the elevator.

After rescuing the customers from the fire, I rushed back in to give her my wet coat.

In the midst of the flames, as I watched her escape, my only thought was, "Thank God Lily is safe."

When the firefighters arrived, I was trapped in a collapsed triangle area.

As I was carried out on a stretcher, Lily ran towards me.

Her face was filled with panic.

My vision was blurry, but I could feel her hot tears falling on the back of my hand.

As I was loaded into the ambulance, I lost all sensation.

The doctor told Lily that I had narrowly escaped death but had fallen into a coma.

After I woke up, I heard from the nurses that Lily had been wracked with guilt when she learned of my condition.

She had knelt by my hospital bed and sworn on my deceased parents' will that she would take care of me for the rest of her life.

It had only been three months since then.

The memories of our shared hardships now felt like swallowing razor blades.

I had been lying in the hospital bed for exactly half a month.

During this half month, apart from the day I woke up, neither Lily nor Adam had come to see me.

I calmly sat up and packed my things.

In my pocket was the divorce agreement I had drafted the night before.

The doctor helped me do a final check on my bodily functions.

He told me that my nervous system would soon fully recover.

The nurse was very gentle, assuring me that as long as I persevered with treatment, I would definitely get better.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my face as pale as a ghost.

I let out a bitter laugh and walked out with my discharge papers.

As luck would have it, just as I left the inpatient department, I ran into Lily.

And the person supporting her was none other than my brother, Adam.

I followed them, watching as they entered the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Seeing me, Lily's gentle smile instantly froze on her face.

"Honey, how are you able to walk around?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness. She even called Adam to get me a wheelchair.

I looked at her coldly. "So you still remember I'm your husband."

I shifted my gaze to her abdomen.

Lily took a wary step back.

Adam immediately stepped in front of her, his hand casually stroking her belly behind his back.

"Bro, with your condition, you should be resting in bed! Don't wander around!" he said, his words clearly challenging.

I ignored his provocation and directly pointed at the obstetrics and gynecology sign, asking Lily, "What are you doing here?"

Lily's eyes flashed with guilt as she said softly, "I'm feeling a bit unwell. I might be pregnant. Your brother is accompanying me for a check-up."

"Pregnant? Whose child? My brother's?" I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. They were really trying to fool me like an idiot.

Lily suddenly started playing the victim. "Jack Wilson! You bastard! I'm carrying your child!!!"

I laughed. "For the past three months, I've been in a coma, unconscious. I didn't know you had a fetish for sleeping with dead people?"

I tried to walk past her, but Lily grabbed my hand.