The Girl Cried Wolf

I was the woman of Jere Howard's dream, having been in a coma for three years.

When I regained consciousness from my coma, everyone told me that Jere had fallen in love with my substitute, Bethany Rowe.

He brought Bethany into the house we shared, set the door lock code to her birthday, and they slept together on the mattress we picked out.

He seemed to protect me in every way, but his heart was always with Bethany.

Jere's good friends advised us to break up.

But I insisted on pretending that nothing had happened and torturing them over and over again.

I wanted them to know that crossing a madwoman is a dangerous game.

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When I regained consciousness, there was only a young nurse wiping me down.

She saw me open my eyes and excitedly shouted, "Miss Fuller is awake!"

Immediately, two doctors in white coats rushed in.

They said that I was able to stay awake was a medical miracle.

With multiple brain hemorrhages, it was a blessing just to be alive.

The nurse measured my blood pressure while chattering away at me.

"Miss Fuller, you're truly blessed to have such a caring and loving boyfriend. Over the years, Mr. Howard has invited many world-class doctors just to help you regain consciousness."

I asked, "Where is Jere?"

The nurse was stunned, thinking seriously for a moment.

"It seems like he hasn't been here for a while, maybe he has been busy..."

"Oh." I responded softly.

The gardenias in the glass vase on the bedside table had long wilted and dried up, looking so ugly.

The nurse noticed my gaze and quickly explained, "Mr. Howard didn't allow us to touch them, so we didn't dare to handle them ourselves."

"No worries, throw them away."

I borrowed a phone from the nurse to call Jere, but the call was hung up, and the text message I sent went unanswered.

I frowned, borrowed two hundred dollars from the nurse, and took a taxi home.

Back to the house Jere and I shared.

Standing in front of the familiar villa, I had a feeling of being transported to another world.

Everything here, from the plants to the furniture in every room, was carefully chosen by Jere and me.

My parents had passed away, so Jere said he wanted to build our home with me.

Unfortunately, we had a car accident on the way to our engagement.

In a panic, I threw myself onto Jere's body and used my body to shield him.

I reached out to wipe the tears from my face and slowly ascended the steps.

"Beep, access denied." The door lock's prompt sounded.

I was surprised and tried to enter my birthday.

"Beep, incorrect password, three attempts remaining."

I tried again with Jere's birthday, the date we got together, and the engagement date.

The door was completely locked.

I sat on the steps, a wave of inexplicable grievance washing over me.

Perhaps I was still fragile from just regaining consciousness; I began to sob.

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