The Comatose Heir's Unwanted Wife

oppressive weight I remembered from my first life. I woke up with a gasp, my he

o the storm brewing inside our small, worn-down house. My mother,

here, now! The Lesters' c

knocking. Her face, usually a picture of calculated cha

g my arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "You're go

eling. This wasn't right. T

pushed, and manipulated until she got the "golden ticket"-a life of ease with the Lester oil fortune,

gs. I remembered the smell of gasoline and Sabrina' s triumphant smile as the flames licked at the wa

blic face of my first marriage-Brian doting on me in town, buying me cheap flowers, the perfect image of a

ing confusion. "The Lesters are here for you. You're

ow happy you were with Brian! He adored you! He brought you things, he hel

so immense it almost made me dizzy. My tormentor, the man w

of confusion. "Sabrina, what is this nons

n the tears. "I want love! I want Brian! Jocelyn can have the ri

, silent one. Her decision was made before she even spoke. Sh

missive. "It seems your sister has made

's impatient one. They thought they were pushing

ea they were s

oice deliberately flat. "If