After five long years in a coma, Clara Bennett finally woke up.
The first thing she heard was Alexander Reid’s gentle, deep voice by her ear.
As he gently stroked her cheek, he whispered, “Clara, you’re no use to me anymore.”
“Why don’t you just keep sleeping forever, huh?”
Bastard.
Clara dug her nails into the palm of her hand to fight down the wave of nausea rising in her stomach.
She’d met Alexander when she was twelve, married him at twenty, and two years later, during childbirth, ended up in a coma all to save their twins.
The doctors said she only had basic vital signs—no awareness, no consciousness. Basically a breathing corpse.
But the truth? Clara had been fully aware the entire time. She could hear everything, sense everything. She just couldn’t open her eyes.
And ironically, it was in that helpless state that she finally saw Alexander’s true colors.
A knock at the door disrupted her thoughts.
A nurse walked in. “Mr. Reid, visiting hours are over.”
Alexander turned to her with a polite smile. “Alright.”
Just before he left, he bent down like he always did, kissed her forehead, and looked heartbreakingly sincere.
“Clara, wake up soon, okay? I’ll wait for you. Always.”
Clara sneered inside.
What an act. He should’ve won an Oscar by now.
At the doorway, two young nurses watched him leave, starry-eyed.
“Mr. Reid is the dream husband,” Nurse A sighed. “He’s been visiting his comatose wife every week for five years.”
“Not just good-looking, the guy’s a billionaire,” Nurse B chimed in, a little bitter. “And not a single scandal in five years! Seriously…”
“She must’ve saved the universe in her past life to land him,” Nurse A said.
The best husband in the world?
Clara couldn’t help but silently scoff.
He’d used his position to boost her career, squeezed every drop out of her—including her womb—and now wanted her to stay in this vegetative state forever? Wow. Truly amazing.
Yanking the blanket off, Clara tried to get out of bed. Her legs, unused for years, gave out the moment they touched the floor, and she collapsed.
Fighting the pain, she gritted her teeth and dragged herself to the window.
Outside, a sleek black luxury car was parked.
She knew that car like the back of her hand—the license plate even had her birthday on it.
It had been a gift from Alexander on their wedding anniversary.
She’d been over the moon back then, flinging herself into his arms and teasing, “So, do you really love me?”
He’d kissed her forehead and replied earnestly, “You’re my wife, Clara. Who else would I love?”
He also told her, “This is only the first year. We’ve got decades ahead of us.”
So much for that love, huh.
Just then, Clara saw Olivia Hughes step out of the car, heels clicking confidently on the pavement, acting every bit like she owned the place.
Eyes shining, Olivia skipped toward Alexander, but tripped on something and fell forward.
Without hesitation, Alexander dashed up and caught her.
The worried look on his face... Clara had never seen that look aimed at her. Not once.To Alexander Reid, Clara Bennett was practically made of steel—never tired, never hurt, and always did what she was told, no questions asked.
Whenever he needed her, all he had to do was beckon, and she'd drop everything to run straight to him.
Like that year they graduated college—Clara had just snagged a spot at one of the top medical research institutes in the world.
But the moment Alexander looked at her and said, “Clara, don’t go. Stay. I need you,” she canceled everything at the airport gate. Just like that, she gave up her future to become his Mrs. Reid.
After they got married, she poured every last drop of energy into his work. She pushed herself so hard she ended up with a bleeding stomach. But it paid off—she developed that new drug and helped him get a foothold at Yuntian Group, eventually becoming the youngest board member ever.
Back then, Alexander swore he'd treat her like a queen for life. And she? She actually believed him... like a total fool.
Now, those memories cut like a blunt knife—slow, dull, and painful, tearing at Clara's heart until she shook all over.
She shut her eyes, but the tears still fell, some slipping into her mouth. Bitter didn't even begin to cover it.
Clara watched coldly as Olivia Hughes pulled the usual shy-girl act, even had the nerve to plant a kiss right on Alexander’s cheek.
The sight made Clara’s stomach churn.
Suddenly, the back car door swung open.
She saw them—her twins, Luna and Lucas Reid, the babies she risked her life to bring into this world, jumping out of the car.
They were beautiful, like little porcelain dolls.
“Lucas! Luna!” Clara’s voice cracked with emotion, tears springing to her eyes as she reached toward the window, desperate to touch their little faces.
But instead of coming to her, they ran straight into Olivia’s arms, kissing her cheeks like she was their mom.
Alexander stood nearby, smiling like they were the picture-perfect happy family.
That image stabbed Clara right in the gut.
Five years. An entire five years!
And how many times had he brought the kids to visit their real mother? Barely a handful.
She remembered one particular visit vividly—Olivia had tagged along. When no one else was in the room, that woman actually looked her in the eye and told Luna to call her “Mommy.” Clara had wanted to scream, to tear her mouth apart.
Her fingers dug into the glass of the window now, her gaze hardening with every second.
As for Alexander—forget it. She didn’t need him.
But those kids? She carried them for ten months. They were her flesh and blood.
She wasn’t backing down. She was getting them back.
It was like Luna sensed something, because she suddenly turned to look at Clara’s window.
Their eyes met.
Clara instinctively reached to fix her hair and gave a shaky smile, gentle and full of longing.
But Luna just looked spooked. She shrank back into Olivia’s arms like Clara was some kind of stranger.
And just like that, the light vanished from Clara’s eyes.
Her own daughter was afraid of her…
“Daddy! Mommy Olivia! Someone’s at the window!” Luna pointed straight at Clara’s hospital room.
Alexander followed her finger, and his face instantly froze.
Wait a second—that was Clara’s room.
But… nobody was supposed to be there.
“You saw someone, Luna?” he asked carefully.
“For real,” Luna nodded hard. “There was a lady with long hair standing right there!”
Before he had time to think more, Alexander’s phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out—it was Dr. Walker.
He picked up immediately. “Dr. Walker?”
“Mr. Reid!” the doctor sounded thrilled. “Great news—your wife just woke up!”