The day before our wedding, Ryan was in a horrific car crash, left in a vegetative state.
I waited for ten agonizing years, and finally, he woke up.
But his caregiver claimed she was pregnant… and the baby was his.
She even brandished a paternity test report.
She blew it up all over social media, demanding ten million dollars in compensation.
Ryan was so enraged, it killed him. Despair consumed me, and under the crushing weight of cyberbullying, I slit my wrists.
That caregiver, though, she took our money and lived a life of luxury.
Then, I opened my eyes again. I was back, one week before Ryan woke up.
“Audrey, Mr. Ryan’s been doing so much better lately. Today, when you were talking to him, I swear I saw his finger twitch!”
Tiffany, the caregiver, her voice sickeningly familiar, jolted me wide awake.
She was turned away, wiping Ryan down, and hadn’t noticed my reaction.
I watched the seemingly gentle, innocent woman before me, a cold chill shooting through me.
Who would’ve thought this seemingly sweet young woman was the monster who destroyed both Ryan and me in my previous life?
The hospital room TV was playing a segment on heartwarming global news stories, Ryan’s favorite charity channel.
I glanced at the screen: August 8, 2022.
I had actually been reborn a week before Ryan woke up!
Recalling Tiffany’s words, I quickly composed myself and replied, feigning nonchalance:
“No way, you’re just imagining things. I wish he’d wake up soon, too, but he’s been in a coma for ten years.”
The day he woke up was the very day she announced her pregnancy.
Until I figured out the truth, I couldn’t let her know when he’d stir!
In my past life, the very day Ryan woke up, Tiffany accused him of raping her and getting her pregnant.
I didn’t believe it for a second. How could a man who’d been in a coma for ten years possibly get someone pregnant?
But Tiffany quickly called the media, thrusting a paternity report into everyone’s faces.
She claimed that over a month ago, Ryan had suddenly woken up, molested her, and then relapsed into his coma.
She said she’d endured it for so long, waiting for him to wake up again, to expose his wicked face to the world.
Tiffany even released a recording from that night.
“Mr. Ryan, what are you doing! Don’t touch me!”
“Ah! You animal!”
After a heated struggle, a man’s disgusting voice echoed in the recording:
“Don’t move! I’ve been holding it in for so long, what’s wrong with getting off? Once I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go.”
The man’s voice was identical to Ryan’s!
According to a tech influencer’s analysis, there were no signs of editing or voice alteration.
Instantly, the internet mob drowned us in their condemnation.
A patient molesting his own caregiver? He’s not human
How can such an animal exist? Is his wife not good enough to satisfy him?
The evidence is right there, and they still dare to argue? Just chemically castrate him!
The wife is even trying to cover for her husband? I hope I never see these two scumbags, I’ll beat them senseless every time!
Faced with the recording, no one listened to Ryan’s explanations.
His body hadn’t fully recovered after waking up, and he collapsed again.
But with the evidence presented, we were powerless to argue.
To ensure Ryan could recover without going to jail, I convinced him to sell off some investments, raising ten million dollars for Tiffany. Ryan had been a top-tier client manager at the bank, so his previous investments had earned him a bit of money.
But even with the money, Tiffany didn’t let us go. She capitalized on the netizens’ sympathy, becoming an overnight sensation and starting live-stream sales.
Every time she began a live stream, she’d use her own story to preach to female viewers about standing up for their rights. She’d tell them not to be afraid if they were violated, presenting herself as a shining example of successful advocacy.
She successfully garnered wave after wave of public sympathy, making a fortune.
Ryan and I, however, were trapped in endless cyberbullying. Our lives and careers were utterly destroyed.
Ryan’s bank fired him because of the scandal, and my flower shop went out of business.
Ryan, furious, went to confront Tiffany but was so enraged by her, he died of heart failure.
At his funeral, someone leaked the location.
Misinformed netizens stormed the site, pelting me with rotten eggs and dousing me in filth.
They even scrawled “monster,” “trash,” and “scum” all over his tombstone.
Finally, in utter despair, I slit my wrists.
Ryan and I had grown up together; I knew his character, he would never do something so immoral.
In my past life, we were too easy to exploit, wanting to just pay our way out of trouble.
Little did we know, paying the money only confirmed the rape in the netizens’ eyes.
This time, I had to change our fate!
But what still puzzled me was Tiffany’s pregnancy and that recording.
What exactly happened?
After leaving the hospital, I contacted a private investigator, asking him to dig up everything on Tiffany as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile, I started making my own preparations, buying a miniature surveillance camera.
Then I chose a large bouquet from my flower shop and hid the camera inside it.
The next day, that bouquet appeared on Ryan’s bedside table.
These days of waiting and watching had left me emotionally and physically drained.
For several days, I found nothing unusual about Tiffany, and tomorrow was Ryan’s awakening day.
Time was running out!
My persistence finally paid off. That night, I finally saw something suspicious on the monitor!
Tiffany, in the footage, was lying on the massage chair I’d bought for Ryan, picking a record from the cabinet.
She placed it on the record player, and music slowly filled the room.
I couldn’t believe all the nice things I’d set up for Ryan in the hospital room, she was enjoying them!
Thinking back, the massage chair and record player were all Tiffany’s suggestions, claiming they’d aid Ryan’s recovery.
In reality, Ryan had never enjoyed them once.
Before long, a man walked into the room. On closer inspection, he looked incredibly familiar.
But I just couldn’t place him.
The man looked frantic as he entered.
“Tiffany, how can you use Ryan’s things? If his wife sees, our whole plan will be ruined!”
Why did he know Ryan? And what was this “plan” he was talking about?
I frowned, staring at the screen.
“Hmph! What’s there to be scared of? Soon, all of this will be ours! Besides, I’m pregnant now, I need to listen to music to cultivate my temperament. Come lie down too, a massage chair that costs tens of thousands of dollars really is something else!”
The man ignored her, pointing at Ryan on the bed.
“I don’t have your luxury. You need to keep a close eye on him. The moment he wakes up, contact me immediately. I’ll handle the media.”
“But this baby, he…”
As Tiffany mentioned the baby, I quickly turned up the volume on the monitor.
But the man, clearly on edge, rushed over and clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Be careful, someone might be listening.”
I was disappointed. I didn’t hear any information about Tiffany’s baby.
This was likely the key to her pregnancy!
Just then, my private investigator called.
“From Tiffany’s family background, there’s nothing out of the ordinary, but her personal life is pretty chaotic. She likes to go to bars and hook up with random people, and her dates are always different. But strangely, three months ago, she suddenly stopped going.”
Why? Was it because she was pregnant?
I asked the private investigator to send me the information he’d found, and I began other preparations.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night; after all, tomorrow was going to be a tough fight.
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