After the vegetative husband wakes up, he wants to file for divorce.

I lost my ability to speak due to childhood trauma. My parents, not wanting me around, arranged for me to marry my sister’s fiancé, Jasper, who was in a coma. Through three years of dedicated care, Jasper eventually emerged from his coma. Yet, his first request was for a divorce. He believed my sister had been the one caring for him all these years and insisted he would marry no one else. Later, I overheard his friend explaining it had actually been me caring for him. Jasper merely shrugged it off, saying, “I knew all along, but I can’t have a wife who doesn’t speak.” Feeling utterly defeated, I sought the help of a hypnotherapist to erase my memories, hoping it would restore my speech. When I awoke, I looked at the man by the hospital bed and asked, perplexed, “Who are you?” The man in front of me was stunned… 1. Jasper had been in a coma for three years, and when he opened his eyes, I was the first person he saw. However, his gaze was filled with a fleeting disappointment. I was too elated to notice and eagerly helped him sit up, sharing the joyous news with my friends. Soon, the room was bustling with people. Meanwhile, I, who had been by his side for three long years, found myself pushed to the sidelines, unnoticed. Lydia arrived fashionably late, clad in a stunning blue dress, as if she’d just come from a celebration. Jasper grasped Lydia’s hand, his eyes brimming with emotion, “My love, thank you for everything over these three years.” His words left everyone in the room momentarily frozen, the air thick with tension. I stood awkwardly, fiddling with my clothes, unable to voice my side of the story because of my speech disorder. His friend tried to clarify, “Jasper, it’s Cora who’s your wife.” Jasper’s expression turned cold, glaring at me as if I were the intruder in his and Lydia’s relationship. I had always known Jasper was fond of my cousin Lydia. They were to be wed, but a car accident left him comatose. My cousin, unwilling to face hardship, had pleaded with my parents. Upon learning it was Jasper, I agreed to marry him in her stead. I never imagined that after three years of meticulous care, this would be the result. I quickly picked up my phone to type out an explanation, only for Lydia to snatch it away. She smiled insincerely, “Sister, Jasper just woke up. He can’t handle too much information right now. You should leave.” Sensing the uneasy atmosphere, others in the room made their excuses to depart. As the door closed, Lydia threw herself into Jasper’s arms, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Jasper, you’ve finally woken up. I’ve waited for you for so long…” A sharp pain clenched my heart, and my hand trembled slightly on the door handle. After some time, Lydia opened the door, her face still streaked with tears. Suspiciously, I stepped into the room, only for a glass to crash at my feet. “Cora, you really went to great lengths just to marry me!” “Using such despicable tactics, aren’t you ashamed?” The shattered glass cut my leg, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the hurt inside. Jasper was my childhood friend, the one person who didn’t mind my inability to speak and encouraged me to seek help. But after meeting Lydia, he became drawn to her. The boy who once promised to marry me slowly drifted away, and now he saw me as the villain disrupting their relationship. I anxiously gestured in sign language, only to remember he couldn’t understand it, and shakily picked up my phone to type an explanation. Lydia looked at me mockingly, knocking my phone to the ground, rendering it useless. “Sister, please let us be together!” I stood there, frozen. Sign language and my phone were my only means of communication, and now I couldn’t even defend myself. I shook my head in desperation, but the world can be a cruel place, especially for someone who can’t speak. 2. My parents somehow got wind of the situation and rushed to the hospital. I felt a flicker of hope, stopping them and frantically gesturing for them to explain on my behalf. They could only understand basic sign language. Mom gave a slight nod, but Dad merely brushed past me, leading Mom into the room. After some small talk, Mom hesitated, “Cora, she…” Sensing what Mom intended to say, Lydia interrupted, “Mom, my sister just cares too much about Jasper. Don’t blame her.” My eyes widened in disbelief as I grabbed Lydia, gesturing furiously, “You’re lying! You’re lying!” She rubbed her wrist, nestling into Jasper’s arms, looking pitiful, “I’m sorry, sister. Don’t be angry. I won’t say more.” I gestured desperately at Mom, my vision blurring, “Tell him it’s not like this!” Mom avoided my gaze. A sense of hopelessness washed over me; caring for Jasper alone for three years hadn’t felt as despairing as today. Dad’s face darkened, “Weren’t you the one who insisted your sister step aside? Saying Jasper wouldn’t know anyway.” I could hardly believe my own father would distort the truth so much; his words pierced my heart like needles. It was my sister who had refused to marry Jasper, deeming him worthless, and my parents who had made me marry him instead. Jasper sneered, “Cora, it’s a good thing I woke up, or I would have died with regrets.” I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth, realizing how little I meant to him. Mom pulled me out of the room, her face apologetic, “Don’t blame your dad; we owe it to Lydia.” My cousin’s parents died saving mine, so they took Lydia in, treating her as their own. Out of guilt, my parents made me yield to her in everything. If I disagreed, Lydia would cry, lamenting how things would be better if her parents were alive. After I developed my speech disorder, when I needed company the most, Lydia had my parents take her on a vacation abroad. Her mocking words from three years ago still echoed, “A mute and a coma patient, perfectly matched!” Mom continued, “Now that Jasper is awake, he will divorce you sooner or later.” “Leaving a good impression will raise your sister’s status higher, right?” Tears fell to the ground, and I pounded my chest hard, the only way to ease the pain in my heart. But it was them who owed my uncle and aunt, so why should I have to repay it? Jasper acted quickly. In the morning, he decided to divorce, and by the afternoon, the divorce papers were ready. Afraid of any trouble, he hired bodyguards to ensure I signed my name. I let out a bitter laugh, slowly writing my name. Jasper had once saved my life; I had cared for him for three years. We were even now. 3. The evening autumn breeze carried a chill. Once my phone was repaired, I immediately messaged Dr. Wesley, “I want to try the hypnosis therapy you mentioned.” Dr. Wesley quickly replied, “After hypnosis, you’ll lose some memories.” “And you’ll need a family member to sign a consent form, ensuring someone takes care of you during recovery.” My eyes lingered on the words “family member,” unable to think of anyone who could sign for me. I scrolled through my contacts, hesitating over one name. Unexpectedly, a message popped up, “I’m back in the country today. How about a meal together?” I quickly replied, setting a meeting place. I gazed out at the scenery, my thoughts drifting far away. Asher was the son of my sign language teacher; I became familiar with him while attending classes at their house. Three years ago, when he discovered I was marrying someone in a coma, he angrily smashed the birthday gift he had for me, saying his mom teaching me sign language was a waste. I retaliated with harsh words in sign language. Later, he studied abroad, and I thought we’d never meet again. I never expected him to return, looking more mature, with an aura that warned strangers away when not smiling. I got straight to the point, asking in sign language if he could pretend to be my family member and sign for me. His expression froze, clenching his hands tightly as if suppressing something. “Are you sure?” I nodded slightly; these memories meant nothing to me, and erasing them would allow me to speak. “Okay.” Returning to the house, it was already evening, and my belongings were carelessly thrown in the hallway. Jasper glanced at me indifferently, “Cora, don’t say I didn’t leave you any dignity; from now on, you’ll stay in the guest room.” I nodded slightly; he didn’t expect me to be so calm, examining me up and down. I would soon forget him; where I lived no longer mattered. A small dog suddenly ran out of the house, and I froze, instinctively grabbing Jasper’s arm. He frowned displeasedly, harshly shaking off my hand. “Cora, know your place.” His force was strong, catching me off guard, and I fell to the ground, pain shooting through my wrist. I’ve been afraid of dogs since childhood, and the boy who once promised to protect me for life now let go of my hand. He hesitated, wanting to reach out and help me up. I pretended not to notice, enduring the pain to stand up. Lydia emerged from the room, clinging to Jasper’s arm, acting coy. “The little one doesn’t like being confined; let’s give it a bigger room.” Jasper dotingly ruffled her hair, “Alright, let’s give it the newly tidied guest room.” “Cora, move to the basement.” How ironic; in his eyes, I’m worth less than a stray dog they took in. While packing my things, I suddenly noticed a strange smell. He looked at me with a trace of annoyance and reached out to grab my arm. I pretended not to notice and endured the pain as I sat up. Lydia emerged from the room, holding Jasper’s hand, speaking sweetly, “Little Cutie doesn’t like being confined. Let’s move it to a bigger room.” Jasper gently tousled her hair. “Alright, let’s give Little Cutie the guest room we just prepared.” “Cora, you’ll move to the basement.” How absurd. To him, I’m not even worth as much as the stray dog they’ve taken in. While packing, I noticed a strange smell. I traced it to find a large yellow stain on a red coat. This coat was a birthday gift from Jasper. My birthday coincides with the day my uncle and aunt are memorialized, so my parents never allowed me to celebrate it. Jasper had secretly given me the coat, promising, “Cora, from now on, I’ll celebrate every birthday with you.” Promises hold value only when there’s love behind them. I treasured that coat so much that I never wore it. Now, it seems I never will. Seeing the coat, Jasper seemed momentarily moved and instructed the butler to have it dry-cleaned. But I threw it into the trash bin, along with all the photos of Jasper and me over the years. I want no ties to him in the future. Jasper fixed his gaze on me, speaking slowly, “Lydia has such a kind heart to adopt Little Cutie. If you upset her, there will be consequences.” Sometimes, when words fail, all you can do is laugh. It seems Jasper has completely forgotten that I’m afraid of dogs. Apparently, Jasper had given orders, as not one servant offered to help me. I endured the pain in my wrist, packing until evening, clearing out everything connected to Jasper. For the first time in three years, I was staying at home. Ever since Jasper became comatose, I practically lived in the hospital. Initially, people visited, but eventually, his family gave up on him, and it was mostly just the two of us in the hospital room. Just as dawn broke and I had drifted off to sleep, a basin of cold water jolted me awake. Jasper looked down at me, “Cora, you’re getting lazier by the day.” “You’re no longer the mistress of this house. How dare you sleep in?” Dazed, I nodded slightly to show I understood. I wiped the water from my face, got up, and changed my clothes. In the villa, the servants were bustling about. The butler glanced at me and directed me to clean the piano. It dawned on me that today was Lydia’s birthday. My fingers brushed over the keys, releasing beautiful music. Jasper once said my hands were meant for playing the piano, but now they’re used for cleaning it. A self-deprecating smile appeared on my lips. Sweet words are only genuine at the moment they’re spoken. Halfway through cleaning, I received a message from Dr. Wesley: [Tomorrow at ten in the morning.] I quickly replied with “okay” and forwarded the message to Asher. The prospect of being able to speak again lifted my spirits. I thought this party had nothing to do with me, but Jasper dragged me into the dressing room, and I was surprised to be handed a dress. He looked impatient. “Hurry up and change. If you don’t participate, how will people talk about Lydia?” It turns out he was just worried about gossip concerning Lydia. I touched the large stain on the dress, feeling numb inside. I remembered Lydia’s Snapchat story from an hour ago: [It doesn’t matter if the dress gets dirty. Jasper will prepare two for me.] Lydia stood by the cake like an elegant princess, while I felt like a clown for their amusement. I tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, sitting in the corner. Yet, the whispers still reached my ears. “What’s on her dress? It’s disgusting!” “She’s shameless enough to steal her sister’s engagement.” “I heard she’s mute too.” The mocking voices were relentless, and I clutched the hem of my dress tightly. Lydia sat by the piano, the spotlight on her, capturing everyone’s attention. The music abruptly stopped, and she exclaimed, “It hurts! Why is there a blade in the piano?” The butler pointed at me in the corner. “Only Miss Cora touched the piano!” Jasper glared at me, roughly dragging me to the piano and pressing my hands onto the keys. The pain was so intense I could barely breathe. “Cora, this is the price of your wrongdoing.” After saying that, he ignored my bleeding hands and carried Lydia out. I clearly saw Lydia give me a triumphant smile. Later, an ambulance took me to the hospital, but all the doctors were called to consult for Lydia. Before I passed out from blood loss, I heard a nurse shout angrily, “If her hands aren’t treated in time, she’ll be permanently disabled!” Tears slid from the corners of my eyes. I wish I had never met Jasper. Meanwhile, a doctor recognized Jasper and greeted him. “How’s your wife? She took care of you for three years. It’s good to see her suffering is over.” It looks like there’s no text available for translation. 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