After being in a coma for five years, Tanya Sinclair awoke.
Beside her was the gentle and deep voice of her husband, Vincent Hawthorne.
He stroked her face and whispered, "Tanya, you are no longer of any use to me. Just stay asleep and never wake up."
Tanya Sinclair gripped her palm tightly to suppress the nauseating feeling swirling in her stomach.
She met Vincent Hawthorne at the age of twelve and married him at twenty. At twenty-two, during childbirth, an accident occurred. In order to save the two children, Tanya Sinclair became comatose.
The doctor diagnosed her with only basic life functions, with no perception, in other words, a breathing doll.
But in fact, Tanya Sinclair could hear and feel everything around her; she just couldn’t wake up.
Unexpectedly, this misfortune helped her see Vincent Hawthorne’s true colors...
A nurse knocked and entered to remind.
"Mr. Hawthorne, today’s visiting hours are up."
Vincent Hawthorne charmingly smiled at the young nurse and agreed.
Before leaving, he habitually bent down to kiss Tanya Sinclair’s forehead, appearing deeply affectionate.
"Tanya, wake up soon... I’ll always wait for you, always love you."
Tanya Sinclair sneered inside.
Such good acting skills; it’s truly wasted on a comatose person like me!
But Vincent Hawthorne still has an audience. Outside the door, two young nurses were watching his back reluctantly.
Nurse A sighed, "Mr. Hawthorne is really an extraordinary man; it’s been five years and he visits his coma wife every week."
"Mr. Hawthorne is not only handsome but also worth billions, women are falling all over him, yet he hasn’t had a single scandal in all these five years... Tsk tsk," Nurse B pursed her lips, cynically saying, "Tanya Sinclair must have accumulated a lot of virtue in her past life to marry such an extraordinary husband!"
An extraordinary husband?
Tanya Sinclair laughed silently, mockingly.
A husband who used her work abilities to establish himself in the company, drained her of reproductive value, and finally hoped she would remain comatose for a lifetime... truly ’wonderful’!
Tanya Sinclair pulled back the covers, wanting to get out of bed, but after lying for five years, her muscles had long since deteriorated, and her feet hit the ground only to fall hard.
She endured the pain, gritting her teeth as she crawled to the window.
Downstairs, a black Bentley was waiting there.
Tanya Sinclair recognized the car; the license plate was her birthday.
It had been the anniversary wedding gift Vincent Hawthorne had given her.
At that time, she was full of happiness, excitedly threw herself into Vincent Hawthorne’s arms, entangled in asking him: ’Vincent, you love me, right?’
He smiled and kissed her, seriously saying to her: ’Silly, you are my wife, who else would I love if not you?’
He said: ’Tanya, this is our first year, later we will have ten years, fifty years to spend together.’
It turns out love can truly be acted...
At this moment, Tanya Sinclair watched wide-eyed as Vincent Hawthorne’s secretary, Cindy Lynn, stepped out of her car in high heels, evidently assuming the posture of a mistress.
She cheerfully jogged towards Vincent Hawthorne, her foot catching on something, losing control, she fell forward, Vincent Hawthorne immediately dashed over and hugged her.
The worried, nervous expression, Tanya Sinclair had never seen on Vincent Hawthorne’s face.
In Vincent Hawthorne’s eyes, Tanya Sinclair was made of steel, immune to pain or fatigue, yet obedient like a dog.
Every time needed, Vincent Hawthorne would just beckon with his finger, and she would disregard everything to run to him!
Just like the year of graduation, Tanya Sinclair received an opportunity to join a world-renowned medical research institute.
Only because Vincent Hawthorne said ’Tanya, stay for me, I need you’. She halted at the last moment before boarding, forgoing her future for Vincent Hawthorne, becoming Mrs. Hawthorne.
After marriage, she devoted all she had to help Vincent Hawthorne, eventually working to the point of gastric bleeding, finally developing a new drug allowing Vincent Hawthorne to establish himself firmly in Zenith Group, becoming the youngest board member in its history.
At that time, Vincent Hawthorne promised to treat her well for a lifetime. She naively believed him...
The past, scene by scene, cut into her like a dull knife, causing Tanya Sinclair to tremble in pain.
She closed her eyes, tears slipping into her mouth, so bitter.
Tanya Sinclair coldly watched Cindy Lynn acting coquettishly, quickly kissing Vincent Hawthorne’s cheek.
She felt so nauseated she wanted to vomit.
The next second, the car’s back door suddenly opened.
Tanya Sinclair saw her fought-to-the-death twin children—Joy Hawthorne and Caden Hawthorne—getting out of the car.
They were so beautiful, exquisitely crafted treasures.
"Caden, Joy!" Tanya Sinclair was overwhelmed with tears, her hand longing to reach through the glass window to touch their adorable little faces.
Yet her pair of children were running into Cindy Lynn’s embrace, kissing her face on both sides.
Vincent Hawthorne stood beside smiling tenderly, seemingly like a family of four!
This heartwarming scene felt like a needle fiercely stabbing into Tanya Sinclair’s eyes. Follow current novᴇls on novel※fire.net
Five years, a full five years!
The number of times Vincent Hawthorne brought the two babies to see her, their mother, could be counted on one hand!
Tanya Sinclair remembers clearly, once Cindy Lynn also came, taking advantage of a moment when no outsider was in the ward, Cindy Lynn intentionally asked Joy to call her mommy right in front of Tanya Sinclair... at that moment she wished she could tear that vile woman’s mouth apart!
Tanya Sinclair’s fingers pressed against the glass window gripping tightly, her gaze growing more determined and calm.
A man, she could toss away like trash, but the two babies, they were flesh that fell from Tanya Sinclair’s body! She had to reclaim them!
Joy seemed to sense something, suddenly raising her head to look towards Tanya Sinclair’s window.
The mother and daughter’s eyes met unexpectedly.
Tanya Sinclair instinctively tidied her hair and carefully smiled at her beloved daughter, but Joy appeared frightened, clinging tightly to Cindy Lynn.
Tanya Sinclair’s gaze dimmed.
Her biological flesh and blood were scared of her...
"Daddy, Mommy Cindy, there’s someone over there!" Joy pointed to Tanya Sinclair’s window.
Vincent Hawthorne followed Joy’s finger with his eyes, his face slightly changing color.
That’s Tanya Sinclair’s hospital room!
But there wasn’t even half a human shadow by the window.
"Joy, are you sure you didn’t see wrong?" Vincent Hawthorne confirmed with his daughter.
"No." Joy shook her head, insisting, "I saw it, there is someone, it’s a long-haired lady!"
Vincent Hawthorne frowned, about to speak, when his pocket vibrated.
He took it out to look, it was Tanya Sinclair’s attending physician calling.
He answered, "Dr. Thorne."
"Mr. Hawthorne!" Dr. Thorne was very excited, "Good news, Mrs. Hawthorne has woken up!"