My Comatose CEO Wife

polished mahogany table. It was thick, h

ay off every medical bill my parents had. Enough to let t

sked. His name was Mr. Sterling, and he had a face

like a devoted husband while she's in a coma. I smile for

a significant completion bonus when Ms. Blac

cover. That part wa

y name, Ethan Hayes, on the dotted line. I was officially the h

e facility in San Francisco. It looked more like a five-star ho

ace was pale, still, but even unconscious she looked in

de me. She looked me up and down like I w

her voice like ice. "You'll sit with her. H

," I said. "I c

beeping. I sat in a plush armchair, pulled out my phone, and started scroll

at the ceiling. I counted th

und. A voice. It w

e billionaire get a decent meal around here? I'd kill

around the empty room. The voice

ey. It's torture. Absolute torture. If

d. Her lips were still. But the voice

't in the