I married a billionaire in a coma. On our wedding night, my comatose husband took me again and again. Each time, I nearly lost my resolve. But the next day, I learned that my family had been in a car accident on their way home from the wedding. Twelve out of thirteen family members died, leaving only my mother in the ICU. I begged my billionaire husband to save my mother. He sneered, “This is karma for your family. If you obey me, I might consider sparing your mother’s life.” Six years after our marriage, I became pregnant. Overjoyed, I ran to tell him, but he pushed me down the stairs to protect his adopted sister. He even allowed her to desecrate our child’s ashes. When I stood on the rooftop, ready to jump, He knelt before me, begging me to look at him one last time. … A loud bang echoed as the massive door slammed open. I lifted my tear-stained eyes, clutching the urn containing my child’s ashes. Zack Chapman’s large hand was already around my throat, his temple throbbing with rage as he glared at me with knife-like eyes. “Aria Frost! How could you be so vicious!” “Mia is so pure and kind-hearted. You’re playing with fire, always trying to cause trouble for her!” “Don’t think I won’t do anything to you!” His grip tightened until I nearly passed out before he finally let go. I stumbled back, collapsing to the floor. “Zack, it’s all my fault. I deserve whatever punishment you give me.” He frowned at me. “Aria Frost, are you planning some new trick to hurt Mia?” I shook my head, my voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll kneel before your precious Mia and beg for her forgiveness. No matter how upset she is, it’s all my fault.” The urn tilted, spilling a small amount of ashes. I silently gathered them with trembling hands, tears occasionally falling onto the white powder. Each time I wiped away a tear, it left a sticky mark. Zack approached me, slowly crouching down and gently wiping away a tear that was about to fall. When I looked at him, he abruptly pulled his hand back. Mia wasn’t just his family’s adopted daughter; she was his prized possession. Whatever Mia said, he believed. Whatever I said, he suspected ulterior motives. I had long understood that in his heart, I was nothing but a sinner through and through. If Mia caught a cold, he’d say my negative energy was affecting her. If Mia was unhappy, he’d interrogate me about what I’d done. Three days ago, Mia had faked a miscarriage, claiming I’d pushed her down the stairs. After returning from the hospital, Zack actually made Mia stand on the same stairs to push me down. I tried to protect my eight-month pregnant belly, desperately attempting to escape, but Zack grabbed me by the collar like a helpless chicken. No matter how much I begged, it was useless. At the hospital, even though the baby still had a faint heartbeat when delivered, the doctor declared him dead after accepting a red envelope from Mia. The tiny spark of hope I had kindled for life was thoroughly extinguished. Zack watched me lovingly caress the urn in my arms, a fleeting look of sympathy crossing his face. Just as I set the urn back in its place, Zack suddenly picked me up. “What are you doing?!” He carried me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed before starting to tug at my clothes. As he leaned down towards me, I saw the hickey on his neck. I shrank back. “My body hasn’t fully recovered yet. Maybe next time.” Zack first doubted he had heard correctly, then looked at me with a cold smirk, his tone full of mockery. “You think you have any value to me beyond your body?” I stared at him blankly as he forced himself on me, tearing my clothes despite my resistance. Tears streamed down my face, but his actions didn’t pause for a moment. Zack and I were childhood sweethearts. From playing games in kindergarten where I often played his bride, I grew up listening to his constant declarations of love. Even though he became comatose, I never gave up on marrying him, always hoping he would wake up one day. But what I waited for was greater pain and an even longer wait. My mother lay unconscious in the hospital, with no idea when she might wake. I was so tired. Perhaps it was time to leave this heartbreaking place behind.
The next morning, I found that Zack hadn’t left as usual. “You’re awake?” Zack held a steaming bowl of Chinese medicine, preparing to feed me. “Aria, stop thinking about the child. His existence was just an accident.” “You never had the right to raise a Chapman heir anyway.” Zack wasn’t wrong. I knew I had no right. Our families had always been rivals, with competition growing fiercer as we grew up. Everyone used underhanded tactics to grab market share. Later, my father hired gangsters to kidnap Zack’s mother as leverage. Who knew that his pregnant mother would be raped and die along with her unborn child. Zack snuck in and witnessed this horrific scene. While fleeing, he was hit by a car and fell into a coma. The Chapman family rose again but kept a low profile, suppressing news of their heir’s recovery until they had devoured the Frost family, leaving nothing behind. Only I remained, along with my comatose mother in the hospital. Eight months ago, Zack had a nightmare. Dead drunk, he burst into my room in the middle of the night. “You know, during the time I was in a coma, I kept dreaming. I saw my mother over and over, covered in blood, struggling on the ground, calling out to me.” “She told me to run, but no matter how much I ran, I could never escape that place.” “In my dreams, I was crushed to pieces over and over again, overwhelmed by fear and despair.” “I thought I had been locked in the depths of hell, punished for eternity. But when I woke up, my mother was gone forever.” “Today I finally dreamed of her again. She waved goodbye to me, saying farewell for the last time.” “Aria Frost, you grew up pampered and privileged. Your family feasted on Chapman flesh and drank Chapman blood. Tell me, shouldn’t I hate you?” “But what can I do? I can’t shake this bad habit of loving you…” For over a decade, we had believed we were destined for each other, longing for the day we could be together. But our wedding became the Frost family’s funeral. We had such a long life ahead, yet every step we took was drenched in blood. We carried sins that could never be atoned for. After forcing me to take contraceptives, Zack would always try to make amends. Sometimes with my favorite childhood snacks, other times by taking me to places we used to visit. I indulged in these small moments of happiness, knowing full well they were poisonous, yet addicted and unable to break free. I couldn’t tell if I loved him more or hated him more. Whenever love began to grow, hatred would tear at my heart. Later, Mia followed suit. She got Zack drunk and climbed into his bed, claiming – truthfully or not – to be pregnant. Just as I was lost in thought, I heard her voice. “Brother, I feel so dizzy! Come quick and check on me!” Mia kept knocking on the door. Zack set down the medicine and hurried out. As Mia dragged Zack away, she shot me a challenging look. It was time to go. I started packing a few clothes, ready to leave this city. I wanted to search for renowned doctors across the country, seeking a chance to cure my mother. As I was almost finished packing, I went to the small room where we kept the urn. But I saw Mia holding it, pouring the ashes onto drawing paper in a messy scatter.
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