Three years ago, I ended up in a coma saving Sarah. She never gave up on me, taking care of me with devotion. On the day I woke up, I hid in the closet to surprise her. Instead, I found her bringing her male best friend home late at night and going at it on our bed. "Sarah, this is hot, but we can't keep sneaking around like this, right?" "Give it some time." Sarah, lost in the heat of the moment, hesitated before succumbing to his smooth moves. In the morning, after they were asleep, I dragged my numb legs out quietly. And submitted my application to be a war correspondent. 1 Right after finishing the application and getting into my wheelchair, Sarah rushed out of the bedroom, panicked. "Danny, did you wet yourself?" "Sorry, I left you here all night. You must be freezing?" She checked me all over, a flicker of surprise crossing her face when she found me dry. Feeling my cold hands, she quickly wrapped me up in a blanket. Since she was so close, I caught a whiff of the raunchy, lusty scent clinging to her. I felt nauseous and had to fight with everything I had not to push her away. Suddenly, Jake wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands wandering all over. He glanced at me coldly and yawned lazily. "Sarah, who cares about him? Let's pick up where we left off." His groping got more intense, and Sarah frowned, trying to push him away. He grabbed her hand, pinned it above her head against the wall, and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Let him watch. It's hotter that way. He doesn't know what's going on anyway." Sarah hesitated for a second before giving up. Before long, they were making out in front of me, red-faced and panting. Even the dog scratching at the door didn't wake them up. Watching them put on a live sex show in front of me, my heart bled. This was my perfect wife? Before we got married, she was so reserved she wouldn't even let me hold her hand. Then, I noticed Jake was wearing my boxers. Sarah had given them to me for my birthday before the accident. I treasured them and never wore them. Now she was not only cheating on me but giving my stuff to Jake. I went white with rage, my fists clenching. Just as I was about to explode, someone knocked on the door. "Hey, Sarah, your dog's been barking and waking everyone up. I know you're busy taking care of Danny, so how about I take him for a walk?" It was Old Man Johnson, our friendly neighbor. When Sarah was working and too busy, she always asked him to look after me. To make it easier for him, she'd given him a key to our place. Hearing the key slide into the lock, Sarah snapped to attention, quickly held the door shut, and replied frantically, "No need, Mr. Johnson. I'm done now." She quickly shoved Jake back into the bedroom. She changed her clothes haphazardly and hurried out, dragging the dog with her. The living room fell silent. Then, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Jake walked out, wearing my bathrobe, looking refreshed. He rolled his eyes at me dismissively. "I'm sleeping with your wife, wearing your clothes, using your bed. What can you do about it? Wake up if you've got the balls, ha!" He pulled his hand from behind his back and tossed three used condoms in my face. The filthy things landed on my face, my clothes. My face went pale. I barely managed to swallow the urge to vomit. After he went back to the bedroom to sleep, I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom... After changing, I got the message that my application was approved. "Dear Mr. Daniel Carter, congratulations! You have been approved to be a war correspondent. A helicopter will pick you up in five days. Please prepare." Five days, huh? That's enough time. Time ticked by. Hearing the click of the lock, I quickly deleted the text and sat back in the wheelchair. Sarah walked in and saw the mess on the floor. Her face flushed red, and she stormed into the bedroom and dragged Jake out of bed. "Look what you did!" Jake yawned and glanced at the floor before grinning wickedly. He grabbed Sarah and started groping her. "Heh, he doesn't know anything anyway. He can open his eyes, but he doesn't have any thoughts or awareness. Doing it under his nose makes me feel like I'm really winning, Sarah." "You!" Sarah bit her lip and struggled weakly before sinking into the lust he was creating, her eyes glazed over. Then, she saw something in her peripheral vision and her eyes cleared. She pushed him away and pointed at me, her voice trembling. "Did you change his clothes?" 2 I instinctively gripped the armrests, alarm bells ringing in my head. Jake was pissed his fun had been interrupted. Without even looking at me, he mumbled, "No way. Did you change him before you left?" "I... I was in such a rush to leave, I don't remember if I changed him." Sarah panicked and rushed over to me, crouching down. She stared at me, her eyes unblinking. She hesitated, then tentatively spoke. "Danny, are you awake?" I didn't move. Jake lost his patience and scooped Sarah up to carry her into the bedroom. "Stop being paranoid. I've never heard of a coma patient waking up. I threw those things at his face, and he didn't react." "Knock it off. Let me ask again..." "We have time for another round. Pay attention." The bedroom door slammed shut. Then came the moans and gasps. I sat alone in my wheelchair, listening to the sounds, feeling like I had fallen into an icy chasm, cold from head to toe. That's when it finally hit me: my selfless sacrifice had only moved me. Jake didn't leave until almost noon, looking satisfied. Sarah came out and saw me sitting alone in the wheelchair. Guilt washed over her. Her face flushed, and she quickly cleaned up the mess on the floor. Then she pushed me out onto the balcony to soak up the sun. "Danny, don't worry. I'll find a way to make you better." She leaned against my shoulder, speaking seriously and clearly. I thought she was full of it. If she loved Jake so much, why didn't she divorce me now that I was in a coma? Double standards, I thought angrily. I started planning my departure in five days, trying to figure out what unforgettable memory to leave her with. I didn't expect her to actually hire the best medical team in the country to consult on my case. When she took me to the hospital, her phone rang. I glanced at it and snorted to myself. Jake really was everywhere. Sarah answered the phone, frowning slightly. After hanging up, she hesitated and apologized to the doctor. "Dr. Xie, please take care of my husband. I have some work to take care of." She turned and left without looking back. As soon as she left, a nurse pulled Dr. Xie away to deal with a patient in the ER. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, I quietly followed Sarah. Walking past the hospital stairs, I heard familiar voices. "Sarah, why do you want to heal him? What does that make me?" Jake's voice was hurt. Sarah was silent for a moment, then spoke ambiguously. "Jake, don't be mad. You're the only one I love. I just feel guilty about him. If he hadn't saved me and ended up in a coma, I would have divorced him long ago." "My reputation as a good wife has been praised by the public for the past few years, and the company's performance has skyrocketed, so I can't divorce him yet." I stood there, stunned. My heart felt empty. She hadn't divorced me because I was still useful to her. The sound of footsteps in the stairwell snapped me out of it. I turned around to go back the way I came. But as I walked back into the consulting room, I ran into Dr. Xie. "You... you're awake?" Dr. Xie was shocked to see me moving freely. Realizing I was in trouble, I covered his mouth and pretended to be calm. "Please keep it a secret, Dr. Xie. I want to surprise my wife." Dr. Xie looked at me suspiciously before nodding knowingly. When Sarah came back to pick me up, Dr. Xie didn't reveal that I was awake. He just said that my condition wasn't too serious and that I could wake up at any time. Sarah was overjoyed, and tears welled up in her eyes. I looked down, not wanting to try to figure out how much of her emotion was real, because I didn't care anymore. When we got home, she carefully wiped me down, a smile playing on her lips. "Danny, the doctor said you're about to recover. Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?" "When you wake up, I'm going to take you all over the country. We're going to leave traces of our love everywhere we go." She took out a new shirt she'd bought for me. Halfway through putting it on me, Jake opened our front door and sneaked in. He shoved me out of the bathroom and cornered Sarah inside. "Sarah, I want you to bathe me too. We haven't tried a shower together yet. Come on." "Hey, what are you doing? Danny's watching!" Sarah punched him, blushing and angry, but not putting much strength into it. Seeing this, Jake glanced at me triumphantly, hooked his leg, and slammed the bathroom door shut. In the heat of the moment, Jake asked loudly, "Sarah, who do you love most?" Sarah, lost in pleasure, spoke without thinking. "You. You've filled the emptiness of these three years." My face darkened, and I clenched my fists, smiling bitterly. They didn't come out of the bathroom until late at night. Sarah realized I hadn't finished putting on my clothes and her eyes turned red with panic. She quickly helped me get dressed. Seeing my face was pale from the cold, she felt unbearably guilty and, for the first time, didn't agree to let Jake stay the night. "Jake, go home. Our wedding anniversary is in a few days. I'm going to livestream it at work. Don't cause any trouble." "...Okay." Sarah pushed him out the door. Through the crack, I saw the resentment and darkness in his eyes. 3 I calculated that the wedding anniversary was the same day the military was supposed to pick me up. Jake was definitely going to cause trouble, and I'd already figured out what gift to give them. The day before the anniversary, Sarah pushed me to the mall to buy a suit. For some reason, paparazzi found out about our secret trip and swarmed us, their flashes blinding Sarah. "Ms. Sarah, your husband's been in a coma for years. What's the point of buying him a suit?" "Although you should be grateful for what he did, you're too good for him. It's a waste." "He's half-dead. It's disgusting. Don't you feel like he's holding you back?" Hearing their barbed words, Sarah's face darkened. She stood in front of me and fired back. "I think you guys are living on the coast. You're meddling too much." "I don't just owe my husband a debt of gratitude. We have great memories together." Sarah paused. Her eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at me. "When we were in college, my husband would wake up at 5 a.m., rain or shine, to wait in line for my favorite breakfast." "After I started working, I was harassed by a client. He broke into the client's house overnight to make him apologize to me." "Later, my family's business faced an unprecedented financial crisis. He quit his six-figure job to help my family through it." "Now he's in a coma saving me. I can't give up on him. He deserves my lifelong commitment." Her last words were choked with emotion. The paparazzi were speechless and left. I watched her wipe her eyes, sneering, and looked away. Who would have thought the woman who was publicly declaring her love for me had been getting hot and heavy with Jake on our bed last night? "Danny, I'm sorry. It's because of me that you're being ridiculed. To keep other reporters from camping out here, I'll take you to the car." Sarah looked at me with red eyes and gave me a sweet smile. She rushed me to the car. "Danny, wait for me in the car. I'm going to buy you two suits." She got out of the car with a cold look on her face. I thought about it for a moment and quietly followed her. Around the corner on the second floor, Sarah pulled Jake out with a frosty expression. Even though she lowered her voice, I could clearly hear the gunpowder in her words. "Jake, don't think I don't know you called the reporters. Our relationship can't be made public yet. Don't overstep..." "Heh, just kidding. Why are you so mad? Let me cool you down." Jake chuckled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, kissing her. "You..." The anger in her eyes dissipated, and a flush spread across her face. She glared at him resentfully, but her resistance weakened. I sneered, my eyes cold. I seemed to know what gift to give. I turned and went to the electronics section, bought what I needed, and quietly returned to the car. Finally, the wedding anniversary arrived. Early in the morning, Sarah dressed me up and pushed me in front of the camera to show our love to the world. Everyone seemed to want to know what she thought about the marriage. As soon as she went live, 100,000 people tuned in. "Women like Ms. Sarah are rare. She has a husband in a coma. What's the difference between that and being a widow? But she hasn't changed her mind in three years." "Seeing them, I finally believe in true love." The audience was singing her praises. Shares of Sarah Co. immediately jumped. Sarah lovingly cradled my face, ready to kiss me. "Danny, today is our third wedding anniversary. I'm still protecting you." At the same time, the livestream reached peak viewership. Her phone on the table suddenly buzzed. Jake's message popped up. "Sarah, I don't want to bother you, but I think I have food poisoning. I'm in the office next door and can't get up." Sarah's eyelashes fluttered, and she frowned. After hesitating, she quickly pulled away from me. Switching the camera, she looked at me apologetically and said softly, "Sorry, Danny. I have some company stuff to take care of. I'll come back and keep you company later." She turned and hurried away... Soon after she left, I patted the spot she'd touched and expressionlessly stood up from my wheelchair. Looking up at the camera, I smiled triumphantly. I'd already switched the livestream. The whole world could see what was happening next door. Sarah, goodbye. I hope you like the surprise I have for you. Bang! Sarah pushed open the door next door and ran in anxiously. "Jake, what's wrong? Don't scare me." When she ran in, she found Jake, who was supposed to be dying, leisurely drinking red wine on the couch. "You tricked me?" She grit her teeth, her voice full of anger. Jake raised an eyebrow, sipped his wine, and pounced on her, pinning her to the couch. Without a word, he leaned down and transferred the wine from his mouth to hers. She choked, coughing, and a suspicious red spread across her face. "Jake, stop it!" "Haha, Sarah, I knew I was more important than that piece of trash Danny. As soon as I texted you, you came to my side." "Everyone's congratulating you, but they don't know that I'm the one who sleeps with you every night." Jake seemed especially excited today, groping her on the couch. Sarah couldn't resist and bit her lip, suppressing her moans... Unbeknownst to them, everything was being filmed by the hidden camera I'd put in the window. Ten minutes later, an assistant rushed in, interrupting them with a flushed face. "Ms. Sarah, something's wrong. Someone installed a live streaming camera here." "And Mr. Carter's gone!" "What?" Sarah sat up on the couch, her face pale.
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