After the vegetative husband wakes up, he wants to file for divorce. Chapter 2

My parents somehow got wind of the situation and rushed to the hospital. I felt a flicker of hope, stopping them and frantically gesturing for them to explain on my behalf. They could only understand basic sign language. Mom gave a slight nod, but Dad merely brushed past me, leading Mom into the room. After some small talk, Mom hesitated, "Cora, she..." Sensing what Mom intended to say, Lydia interrupted, "Mom, my sister just cares too much about Jasper. Don't blame her." My eyes widened in disbelief as I grabbed Lydia, gesturing furiously, "You're lying! You're lying!" She rubbed her wrist, nestling into Jasper's arms, looking pitiful, "I'm sorry, sister. Don't be angry. I won't say more." I gestured desperately at Mom, my vision blurring, "Tell him it’s not like this!" Mom avoided my gaze. A sense of hopelessness washed over me; caring for Jasper alone for three years hadn't felt as despairing as today. Dad's face darkened, "Weren't you the one who insisted your sister step aside? Saying Jasper wouldn't know anyway." I could hardly believe my own father would distort the truth so much; his words pierced my heart like needles. It was my sister who had refused to marry Jasper, deeming him worthless, and my parents who had made me marry him instead. Jasper sneered, "Cora, it's a good thing I woke up, or I would have died with regrets." I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth, realizing how little I meant to him. Mom pulled me out of the room, her face apologetic, "Don't blame your dad; we owe it to Lydia." My cousin's parents died saving mine, so they took Lydia in, treating her as their own. Out of guilt, my parents made me yield to her in everything. If I disagreed, Lydia would cry, lamenting how things would be better if her parents were alive. After I developed my speech disorder, when I needed company the most, Lydia had my parents take her on a vacation abroad. Her mocking words from three years ago still echoed, "A mute and a coma patient, perfectly matched!" Mom continued, "Now that Jasper is awake, he will divorce you sooner or later." "Leaving a good impression will raise your sister's status higher, right?" Tears fell to the ground, and I pounded my chest hard, the only way to ease the pain in my heart. But it was them who owed my uncle and aunt, so why should I have to repay it? Jasper acted quickly. In the morning, he decided to divorce, and by the afternoon, the divorce papers were ready. Afraid of any trouble, he hired bodyguards to ensure I signed my name. I let out a bitter laugh, slowly writing my name. Jasper had once saved my life; I had cared for him for three years. We were even now.