After the vegetative husband wakes up, he wants to file for divorce. Chapter 1

I lost my ability to speak due to childhood trauma. My parents, not wanting me around, arranged for me to marry my sister's fiancé, Jasper, who was in a coma. Through three years of dedicated care, Jasper eventually emerged from his coma. Yet, his first request was for a divorce. He believed my sister had been the one caring for him all these years and insisted he would marry no one else. Later, I overheard his friend explaining it had actually been me caring for him. Jasper merely shrugged it off, saying, "I knew all along, but I can't have a wife who doesn't speak." Feeling utterly defeated, I sought the help of a hypnotherapist to erase my memories, hoping it would restore my speech. When I awoke, I looked at the man by the hospital bed and asked, perplexed, "Who are you?" The man in front of me was stunned...

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Jasper had been in a coma for three years, and when he opened his eyes, I was the first person he saw. However, his gaze was filled with a fleeting disappointment. I was too elated to notice and eagerly helped him sit up, sharing the joyous news with my friends. Soon, the room was bustling with people. Meanwhile, I, who had been by his side for three long years, found myself pushed to the sidelines, unnoticed. Lydia arrived fashionably late, clad in a stunning blue dress, as if she'd just come from a celebration. Jasper grasped Lydia's hand, his eyes brimming with emotion, "My love, thank you for everything over these three years." His words left everyone in the room momentarily frozen, the air thick with tension. I stood awkwardly, fiddling with my clothes, unable to voice my side of the story because of my speech disorder. His friend tried to clarify, "Jasper, it's Cora who's your wife." Jasper's expression turned cold, glaring at me as if I were the intruder in his and Lydia's relationship. I had always known Jasper was fond of my cousin Lydia. They were to be wed, but a car accident left him comatose. My cousin, unwilling to face hardship, had pleaded with my parents. Upon learning it was Jasper, I agreed to marry him in her stead. I never imagined that after three years of meticulous care, this would be the result. I quickly picked up my phone to type out an explanation, only for Lydia to snatch it away. She smiled insincerely, "Sister, Jasper just woke up. He can't handle too much information right now. You should leave." Sensing the uneasy atmosphere, others in the room made their excuses to depart. As the door closed, Lydia threw herself into Jasper's arms, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Jasper, you've finally woken up. I've waited for you for so long..." A sharp pain clenched my heart, and my hand trembled slightly on the door handle. After some time, Lydia opened the door, her face still streaked with tears. Suspiciously, I stepped into the room, only for a glass to crash at my feet. "Cora, you really went to great lengths just to marry me!" "Using such despicable tactics, aren't you ashamed?" The shattered glass cut my leg, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the hurt inside. Jasper was my childhood friend, the one person who didn't mind my inability to speak and encouraged me to seek help. But after meeting Lydia, he became drawn to her. The boy who once promised to marry me slowly drifted away, and now he saw me as the villain disrupting their relationship. I anxiously gestured in sign language, only to remember he couldn't understand it, and shakily picked up my phone to type an explanation. Lydia looked at me mockingly, knocking my phone to the ground, rendering it useless. "Sister, please let us be together!" I stood there, frozen. Sign language and my phone were my only means of communication, and now I couldn't even defend myself. I shook my head in desperation, but the world can be a cruel place, especially for someone who can't speak.