The Coma In Her Bed
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My husband suffered a massive heart attack mid-thrust inside my best friend.
Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.
Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.
I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.
There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.
After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.
Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.
Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.
Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.
I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.
There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.
After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.
Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.













































