My Husband Impregnated His Comatose Ex

My husband's ex-girlfriend was in a vegetative state, unconscious, and he was the one taking care of her.

Vivian became a vegetable because I married you, Zara. We both owe her. Its my responsibility to take care of her.

For three whole years, I couldn't show even a hint of displeasure.

Otherwise, Id be labeled heartless, unable to tolerate even someone in her state.

Guilt-tripped for so long, I was brainwashed, feeling a sense of guilt towards Vivian.

Until one day, by chance, while visiting Vivian.

I found a pregnancy test stick under her hospital bed.

Can a person in a vegetative state get pregnant?

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Blakes face instantly changed. He snatched the pregnancy test and threw it into the trash.

It must have been dropped by the nurse! How incredibly careless!

The atmosphere in the car on the way home was heavy.

I scrolled through my phone, the screen paused on Blakes credit cards supplementary card spending records.

Blake, I see youve bought quite a few things for Vivian lately.

Chanel No. 5 perfume, a Herms bag, a Cartier bracelet It all adds up to over three hundred thousand dollars.

Does a patient in a vegetative state really need these things?

Blakes face darkened immediately, his tone laced with annoyance at being questioned.

The doctor said that if Vivian is exposed to things she used to love, it might stimulate her to wake up.

Vivian always loved luxury items, but she couldnt afford them back then.

Zara, how can you be so petty about a sick person? Cant you be a little more generous?

We all owe her! Forget spending hundreds of thousands on bags for her, if she could just wake up, Id lose everything I have, and Id do it happily!

He finished, then drove in silence, running three red lights along the way.

My heart ached with a suffocating pain.

Vivian becoming a vegetable was certainly tragic.

But what had I done wrong?

When we got home, I went to freshen up, still in a gloomy mood. Blake, however, quickly reverted to his role as the attentive husband.

He came to me with a bowl of nutritional supplements.

Darling, I was out of line earlier. I shouldnt have snapped at you.

Im just so stressed. Seeing Vivian in that state it just breaks my heart.

But youre not wrong. This is all my fault, my past mistakes. You shouldnt have to suffer with me.

He put an arm around my shoulder, bringing the nutritional drink to my lips.

Drink this tonic to boost your health. Mom even called yesterday, nagging us about having a baby.

The nutritional drink had a strong, peculiar smell.

My husband claimed hed specially learned to make this herbal tonic.

Normally, I would have been touched by his thoughtfulness, overlooking his earlier coldness.

But now, the pregnancy test was like a sharp thorn, plunged deep into my heart.

Just leave it there. I dont have an appetite.

I pushed the drink away.

That night, I had a series of bizarre, unsettling dreams.

The next morning, I was supposed to drive to the office, but for some inexplicable reason, I went to that private sanatorium again.

I didn't notify Blake. Avoiding the nurses station, I quietly slipped into the private suite where Vivian was staying.

And then I saw a scene that made my blood run cold.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was no longer a cold hospital room.

Instead, it was a lavishly decorated living room.

Vivian, the patient who was supposedly lying motionless in bed.

Was now standing in a custom-made dress, perfectly made-up, and haughtily glaring at the aide.

Slap!

She slapped the young aide hard across the face.

Useless! You cant even make a decent cup of coffee! Do you even want this job?!

Vivians voice was sharp and surprisingly strong.

There was no sign of illness about her.

And what was most glaringly obvious was her slightly swollen belly.

She was pregnant!

I stood frozen, my hands and feet turning icy cold, a sudden, chilling realization dawning on me.

Blakes "devotion"!

Vivians "suicide attempt"!

My ridiculous guilt!

It was all a carefully woven lie!

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Half an hour later, the young aide who had been slapped walked out, her eyes red-rimmed.

It looked like she was going to take out the trash. I stopped her in a secluded spot.

I saw what just happened.

Youre just an aide, not her slave. What right did that woman have to hit you?

I offered her a tissue, keeping my voice as gentle as possible.

She jumped, looking at me warily, hesitant to take the tissue.

The aide, of course, knew who I was.

I took a thick wad of cash from my bag, about five thousand dollars, and pressed it into her hand.

Dont be scared. I just want to know the truth. Whats going on with Vivian?

How long has she been awake? Whose baby is it?

If you tell me the truth, Ill give you more money and help you find a good job.

The young aide looked at the money in her hand, then hesitated before speaking.

Ms. Chen, even if you didnt give me money, Id still tell you. Because that vile pair is truly despicable!

Vivian was never in a coma. She was never a vegetable!

Your husband bribed the doctors and nurses here to put on a show for you.

The baby must be your husbands. As soon as Mr. Blake arrives, they lock the door and do shameless things.

That womans screams make the stray cats outside restless.

Theyre even plotting against you.

Plotting what?

I forced down my rage and continued to ask.

They said once you died, all your familys assets would be theirs and that they were going to drug you

Drug me?

I immediately thought of the nutritional supplements I drank every night.

It wasn't just betrayal; this scoundrel was trying to murder me for my money!

I composed myself, then transferred another thirty thousand dollars to the aides phone.

Wait here. Im going to buy some hidden cameras.

When I get back, youll install them in Vivians room.

From now on, youre my insider!

After arranging for my spy, I went to the hospital for a comprehensive medical check-up.

A few days later, I received some candid videos from my insider.

Vivian, in a nearly transparent silk nightgown, was coiled around Blake like a seductive vine.

When is that wretched woman Zara going to die already? My belly is getting bigger by the day, I cant wait much longer.

I dont want my child to be a bastard. Im sick of pretending to be a vegetable; I want to go hit up clubs and dance.

Blake chuckled lewdly, caressing Vivians stomach to comfort her.

Dont rush, sweetheart. Shes been drinking the tonic; the poison will slowly kill her. Its just taking time.

We have to take it slow, cant use too much poison, or there might be suspicious symptoms after she dies.

Slowly killing her wont leave any traces. Otherwise, if the bitch dies, and we get caught and thrown in jail, it would all be for nothing, wouldnt it?

Just be patient, everything at home will be ours sooner or later!

Vivian seemed convinced but continued to playfully complain.

But youre not allowed to sleep with her! And youre definitely not allowed to get her pregnant!

Hahaha, darling! Dont be angry!

Youre the only one I truly love. Everything with Zara is just an act. To me, shes not even a bed partner; shes just an inflatable doll.

The tonic I give her isnt just slow-acting poison, its also a contraceptive!

Vivian looked even happier.

Hehe, thats good!

Honey, we havent been intimate in days. I want you.

Ive noticed since I got pregnant, my desires are even stronger.

She said, reaching out to flirt, but Blake stopped her with a hand.

The doctor said the first three months are unstable; we cant actually do anything.

Hehe, I have other ways

I didnt need to watch the rest of the video.

Rage erupted like a volcano, scorching my insides.

But I remained calm.

Anger solves nothing; revenge is the top priority!

At that moment, my hospital check-up report from a few days ago also came back.

Sure enough, it detected traces of slow-acting poison.

However, the dosage was small and hadn't caused any substantial harm.

I saved the video, then drove to the most expensive cemetery in the city, Sunset Ridge.

Others wanted comfortable burial plots.

But I only asked if there were any uncomfortable ones.

Something that wont let the deceaseds soul rest in peace, even after death?

The cemetery manager naturally said no.

All our plots here are peaceful. Why would we have something like that?

I handed him a fifty thousand dollar tip, and suddenly, he found one.

Ms. Chen, plot number 863 was previously a restroom and even a slaughterhouse. Its the most ominous of them all.

Can it fit three people?

It can!

After signing the contract, I felt refreshed.

Blake!

Vivian!

And that illegitimate child you conceived through deceit and betrayal!

Ive even chosen your final resting place for you.

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That evening, Blake came home.

Again, his face showed exhaustion and melancholy.

This was the clever part of Vivian pretending to be a vegetable.

Other men had to sneak around to meet their mistresses.

But Blake could go openly, spend my money openly, and then come home and emotionally blackmail me with it.

Sigh, Vivian still shows no sign of consciousness.

Anyway, lets not talk about sad things. Ill warm up your nutritional drink.

Blake, dont bother.

I called out to him, my voice filled with a strange cheerfulness.

Sit down. I have a gift for you.

He looked a little confused but sat down next to me.

A gift? Suddenly?

I looked at his face, once capable of making my heart flutter, now only filled with revulsion.

I thought back to our past.

When the Chen family fell on hard times, my parents, out of respect for our long-standing family friendship, not only didnt break off our engagement but treated him like their own son.

They even hired him as the general manager of Chen Corporation.

I never imagined that our Chen family, after offering so much help, would raise such an ungrateful viper!

Its for you.

I handed him the cemetery contract.

His face instantly changed when he saw it.

A cemetery plot? Darling, are you crazy? Sending me this is so unlucky!

Its an investment.

I heard that investing in plots is more lucrative than real estate nowadays. This plot is in a good location; its sure to appreciate. Look, its big enough for three people, what a bargain, right?

Blake was skeptical but a flicker of greed appeared in his eyes when he heard it could appreciate.

Oh, my dearest, you always have such vision, such business acumen.

To find such an obscure investment opportunity, youre truly brilliant!

He was buttering me up.

I watched his money-grubbing face, a cold sneer forming in my heart.

Idiot!

Of course, you think its brilliant, I picked it for *you*!

Theres something else,

Striking while the iron was hot, I mentioned my second arrangement.

The company is preparing to go public, right? We need some positive publicity to build momentum and boost our brand image and investor confidence. Ive contacted several major media outlets and influencers to arrange an exclusive interview for you.

An interview about what?

He looked even more bewildered.

About your touching story of selflessly caring for your ex-girlfriend, who is in a vegetative state, for so many years?

Think about it: an entrepreneur with deep affection, who keeps promises, is responsible, and has a strong sense of dutywhat a positive image! How much more it will move the market and investors!

This is more persuasive than spending tens of millions on advertising!

I persuaded him.

This this isnt quite right, is it?

He looked troubled.

Vivian needs peace and quiet; I dont want to be high-profile. Im taking care of Vivian out of conscience, not for publicity

I immediately cut him off, my tone brooking no argument.

Whats wrong with it?

This is a great opportunity to build your personal brand and enhance the companys image! Its crucial for the companys IPO!

Ive already arranged with the media. The interview will be held at Vivians sanatorium. The authentic setting will be even more moving.

Blake, for the company, for our future, you *must* cooperate!

Blake couldnt find any more excuses and reluctantly agreed.

The next day, he indeed secretly went to the sanatorium to find Vivian and warn her.

You have to play along perfectly, dont blow our cover!

If Chen Corporation successfully goes public, it will only benefit us!

If I establish my image as a good man this time, and it becomes a widespread public perception, then even if Zara dies later, no one will suspect me!