Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

The pavilion smelled pleasantly of roses, tulips and freshly imported mimosa. After all, it was the end of February on the calendar, meaning there were just under two weeks left until the beloved Women’s Day. The salesperson turned out to be a rather nice girl who quickly helped James put together the bouquet he needed.

The businessman’s heart was singing. Understandably so. Ahead of him awaited a romantic evening with his beloved eagerly awaiting his return.

James knew Grace didn’t usually prepare dinner for him, knowing full well he could satisfy his hunger at a restaurant. He took fruit and vegetable platters, champagne and a couple of delicious dishes from Chef Frank, which he prepared just heavenly. Arriving home, the businessman didn’t bother ringing the doorbell.

He decided to open it with his own key. Stepping into the hallway, James heard subdued music coming from the bedroom. Grace must be watching her series again, thought the businessman as he walked into the kitchen with the bags in his hands.

He thoughtfully left the bouquet in the living room to give it to her a little later. With a joyful expression on his face, James entered the bedroom and the hand with the bouquet involuntarily dropped, causing one of the roses to lose a couple of its petals. Grace wasn’t in the bedroom.

Apparently she had left, leaving the TV on. But where did she go, especially in such a snowstorm? What if something happened to her? She’s not confident behind the wheel. That’s a fact.

Of course of the car, I need to see if it’s in the garage or not. A frantic thought flashed through his mind. Just as he was leaving the bedroom, James heard an urgent broadcast of local news about a foreign car falling off the city bridge half an hour ago, driven by an inexperienced girl.

His heart raced faster. My God, it’s Grace. Of course, who else? I even transferred money to her card to buy a new dress.

That’s why she decided to buy it. Getting into the car, James rushed off like a man possessed. He sped towards the bridge.

A couple of times the car slid on the turn, but James managed to control it. His experience and knowledge of his iron horse’s capabilities paid off. But Grace, she’s only recently started driving.

And why did he even make her this gift? There were just under two miles left to the bridge when James’s car slid again. He slammed the brake pedal to the floor, but there was no effect. For some inexplicable reason, the brakes failed, putting James in a life-threatening dilemma.

Swerve the wheel and go into the ditch or crash head-on into the small car parked on the roadside. Of course, he chose the first option and, after rolling several times in the distorted car, crashed into a tree. The last thing he remembered was the sharp smell of gasoline from the damaged fuel tank, needing just one single spark to ignite it.

And now he lies in a hospital room, hearing the persistent beeping of life-support machines and pondering what happened. Of course, James has already guessed that he made a fatal mistake that evening. And the girl who fell from the bridge into the river was not Grace at all.

But when events unfold so swiftly, reason can no longer help. Only now did he realize that his wife had been meeting with her lover all this time, whom she valued above all else in the world. And then there was the will.

Right. How could he forget about it? Grace herself had persuaded him to draw it up a couple of months ago. Back then, James didn’t find it strange.

But in light of recent events, it took on a completely different, alarming shade. The thought of such blatant betrayal by his wife stirred his consciousness, not allowing him to relax and accept the situation as it was. Deciding to pretend to be in a coma, James tightly shut his eyes so that Grace wouldn’t notice any signs of life in him.

He could feel his wife’s piercing, hateful gaze, her hands itching to press a few buttons and disconnect him from life-support machines. The temptation to do so was so great that Grace’s hands literally trembled and her lips merged into a single straight line. The most hurtful thing for him was that he couldn’t prevent his wife from carrying out her plan.

The danger was so close that he felt the death’s breath around his neck again. Fortunately, the sound of high heels clicking on the concrete floor echoed in the corridor, causing Grace to hurriedly retreat. And a minute later, the familiar voice of the attending doctor could be heard in the ward.

Oh, it happens. It’s just mind-boggling. She’s ready to bury him alive, you know.

And why marry such vipers? Dr. Merritt’s conversation partner paused for a moment, then replied, What’s so surprising about it? They say this patient owns an elite restaurant in the city, and he has also made a will. From the tone of the speaker, James immediately understood that she was a nurse. At that moment, Dr. Merritt approached James’s bed almost closely and remarked aloud, Strange.

Some sensors are somehow disabled, Erica. Probably some malfunction. We need to call a specialist.

Let him see what’s what. However, it takes time for a patient to come out of a coma. I’m sure he’ll survive against all odds and prove that a miracle in such a case is quite possible….