After Being in a Coma for Five Years, I Decided to Divorce My Husband — Novel

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Waking up after five years in a coma, Nichole is thrust into a world shattered by betrayal and deception. The man who saved her life by donating a kidney, Michael, now stands before her with a facade of love that begins to crumble under the weight of dark truths. As memories of whispered plots and hidden affairs flood back, she realizes she was never truly alone in her suffering. With her heart heavy and trust shattered, Nichole makes a bold decision: she wants a divorce.

But walking away from Michael isn’t just about freeing herself from a toxic marriage; it’s a battle against the very people who betrayed her while she was helpless. Olivia, the caregiver who played a pivotal role in Michael’s treachery, becomes a constant reminder of the life Nichole thought she had. As tensions rise and emotions flare, Nichole must navigate a treacherous path filled with lies, manipulation, and the ghosts of her past.

Will she find the strength to reclaim her life, or will the web of deceit ensnare her once more? In a world where love is twisted and loyalty is a luxury, Nichole is determined to uncover the truth—no matter the cost.

After Being in a Coma for Five Years, I Decided to Divorce My HusbandChapter 1

After waking from a five-year coma, the first thing I did was divorce Michael, the man who donated his kidney to me.

Everyone called me an ungrateful person, saying I’d forgotten his kindness.

Five years ago, I was captured and tortured by enemies. My kidneys were damaged and I lost my child.

My parents couldn’t handle the shock. My mother had a heart attack and passed away and my father fell seriously ill and was hospitalized.

Michael risked his life to save me, injuring his leg in the process and donating one of his kidneys.

For five years, Michael never left my side. He even moved his entire business into the hospital room, managing the Barkworth family business daily and personally caring for me by night.

He cleaned me, massaged me and helped with my rehab every day for years without missing a single night.

What they didn’t know was that I was conscious in my coma.

Over the past five years, the well-dressed Mr. Cordero called “Mom” 520 times late at night to an online adult streamer.

He slept with my caregiver, a woman over ten years older than him.