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I became a vegetable for my wife Tessa.
But the day I regained consciousness, I heard her talking to another man beside my bed. .
They were breathing heavily and there were ambiguous sounds of clothes rubbing against each other.
"You are so brave to be intimate with me next to your unconscious husband?"
I opened my eyes slightly and saw my wife's hands deftly unbuckling the man's belt.
"Don't you think it's more exciting in front of him?"
I lay motionless on the bed, my mind was blank.
Because I recognized the man.
My brother, Bonnie.

The Comatose Cuckold's Revenge

I thrust the divorce papers from my pocket into her arms before she could utter a word, then turned to depart.


My body, having just recovered some strength, was still fragile.


After a few paces, sweat poured from me, and my sight grew hazy.


As my legs began to wobble, someone caught me.


I glanced up to see Michelle Wanda, the underprivileged student I'd been supporting for years.


Previously, every holiday I'd bring Tessa to visit her and her grandfather in their rural home.


I'd also send her monthly allowances regularly.


In the past, she'd always come to me when facing hardships. I never imagined she'd be the one helping me now.


She offered to take me home, but I declined, asking her to bring me to a hotel instead.


I'd barely settled in when there was a knock at the door.


It was Michelle Wanda's grandfather, Michelle Yolanda.


"Young Castro, I heard about your hospital stay."


Chapter 4