After falling into a coma, I heard my wife constantly talking about sleeping next to me in the hospital to conceive my child. But on the day I regained consciousness, I overheard her bringing a man back to my room. They were making out on the bed next to mine, their heavy breathing, rustling clothes, and whispered conversations filling the air. “Damn, you dare to get intimate with me right in front of your comatose husband?” the man said. With a click, I glimpsed my wife’s nimble hands unbuckling the man’s belt. “He’s just a vegetable. He can’t feel anything. Don’t you find this more exciting?” she replied. I lay motionless on the hospital bed, my mind blank with shock. Because I recognized the man’s voice. It was my brother, Adam Wilson. The sound of running water came from nearby. After what seemed like an eternity, the commotion beside me finally stopped. Adam got up from the bed, his voice tinged with smug satisfaction. “When are you planning to divorce my disabled brother?” Disabled? My parents had passed away, and I had no siblings. Adam was an orphan I had found in foster care. If it weren’t for me, he might have starved to death on the streets. I had raised him as my own, changing his diapers and feeding him. And this is how he repays me? By calling me disabled? I felt a gaze flicker in my direction. My hand, hidden under the blanket, clutched the sheets tightly. It took all my willpower not to tremble. “He’s just a coma patient. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll pull the plug, and he’ll be gone,” my wife, Lily, said coldly. “For now, I haven’t conceived yet. Once I have a baby, we can kick him to the curb.” I felt nauseous, my whole body shaking with disgust. There were several moments when I wanted nothing more than to sit up and strangle them both. But I knew my body, weakened after three months in a coma, wouldn’t allow such a move. Adam’s tone turned flirtatious. “A woman’s heart is the most poisonous of all. If you can do this to my brother today, won’t you do the same to me in the future?” Lily’s voice dripped with honey: “You’re different from your brother. He’s older than you, and in a few years, he’ll start smelling like an old man. You’re young. I could never outlast you. Who knows, maybe in a couple of years, you’ll be the one dumping me?” As they talked, they began to get entangled again. After a while, Lily, feeling it wasn’t exciting enough, suggested they continue at a hot spring hotel. When I heard the hospital room door close, the last thread of control in my mind snapped. How on earth did Lily and Adam end up together? Back then, Adam had failed his SATs and refused to study abroad despite my urging. He insisted on staying in the country. Thinking his job prospects would be limited with his low education, I had arranged for him to work as Lily’s driver, just to help him out. Even when friends had mentioned seeing Lily entering hotels with a man, I had never once suspected him. But now it seems they had been hooking up for a long time. That night, Lily didn’t return, and I lay awake the entire night. It wasn’t until dawn that I finally drifted off into a troubled sleep. The next day, I woke up with a deathly pale face. The nurse beside me was startled when she saw me open my eyes. Soon after, a group of doctors and nurses flooded into the room. I cooperated with the doctors’ examinations, and they were all amazed at how quickly I had regained consciousness. Back in the room, I overheard nurses gossiping. “His wife comes every few days, always talking about wanting to conceive his child.” “Oh, I know. Last night during my shift, I even heard water noises from the room.” “No wonder. Maybe he woke up because of his wife’s efforts.” I listened intently, my eyes filled with icy contempt. After the examination, the nurse raised my bed so I could get some sunlight. I figured Lily must be crawling out of Adam’s bed by now. If she found out I was awake, her face would probably hit the floor. Around noon, Lily appeared. “Honey, you’re finally awake!” she exclaimed. She made a move to throw herself into my arms, but I slightly turned my body towards the window. She missed her mark. I lay in bed, silently watching her. “Where have you been?” I asked. Lily’s expression froze for a moment before quickly returning to normal. She held up a thermos flask and pressed the call button for the nurse. “I’ve been by your side the whole time. As soon as I heard you were awake, I rushed home to make your favorite pork rib soup.” She tried to touch my hand, but I avoided her. Lily’s hand paused, and her eyes showed a hint of impatience. “What’s wrong with you this early in the morning? I went home to make soup for you, and now I’m the bad guy?” She slammed the thermos onto the bedside table. I bit my lip, unable to speak, afraid that if I opened my mouth, my emotions would completely collapse.
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.
“You’re not well. Let me take you back to your room,” she said. My voice was indifferent as I looked at her and Adam. “Why don’t you go check if you’re pregnant first?” Lily was taken aback. I rarely acted so cold. Three months ago, I had risked my life to save her from the fire. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she had become bold enough to bring her lover to my bedside for the thrill of it. “What’s wrong with you? Is it because I haven’t visited you for the past two weeks?” she asked. “I explained to you, I wasn’t feeling well, that’s why I couldn’t come see you.” Her expression was irritated, her tone noticeably colder. I looked at her with utter indifference. “You two are a perfect pair, and you’re blaming me for making a fuss?” I don’t know which words hit a nerve, but Lily’s face darkened completely. “Jack Wilson, that’s enough! He’s your own brother. How can you be so suspicious of us?” “From the moment you saw me, every word you’ve said has been full of thorns. I think you’re the one who wants to replace me!” What a case of the pot calling the kettle black. My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to stay calm. At this moment, the situation was so absurd that even I found it laughable. My brother had become my wife’s lover. And yet, I was the one being accused of cheating. It was a complete reversal of roles. Adam raised his eyebrows, his gaze mocking, but his words were full of fake sincerity. “Bro, you’ve got it all wrong. How could I ever do anything to betray you?” Suppressing the rising nausea, I stared at him with a smile. “If you’re not an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, then that’s for the best.” My brother’s face changed, and he angrily stepped forward, but Lily held him back. She looked at me with irritation. “I’ll take you back to your room.” She turned back to look at my brother, her tone gentle. “Wait for me here, I’ll be back soon.” I shook off Lily’s hand. “How long are you two going to flirt in front of me?” “Haha, don’t bother. I won’t interrupt your intimate moment.” They both froze. Lily looked at me in disbelief. “Jack Wilson, have you gone mad?” Her voice trembled slightly. I looked at her. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you.” “Two weeks ago, when you two were having your passionate encounter in the hospital room.” “Actually, I woke up that night.” Lily’s eyes were now filled with panic. “Honey, you’ve misunderstood,” she said. I smiled at her. “It’s a shame your name isn’t in the textbooks at the Academy of Dramatic Arts.” “After I fell into a coma, you kept talking about wanting to conceive my child.” “I see you’ve succeeded in conceiving, but it’s not mine, is it?” Lily staggered back two steps. The color visibly drained from her face. “Honey, I’m feeling dizzy…” She reached out, wanting me to support her. I stepped back in disgust, throwing my discharge papers in her face. “Forgot to tell you, I’m being discharged today. I’ve recovered.” I pointed at her belly and laughed. “Now, aren’t you wondering what to do with that bastard child in your womb?” Lily’s eyes trembled, and she suddenly looked up.
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