Chapter 1
In the fifth year since Camilla Hawthorne became a vegetable, she heard her husband, Charles Hawthorne, whisper in her ear, “Camilla, you’re of no use to me anymore. Just keep sleeping and never wake up.”
Camilla wondered if she had misheard. ‘How could the man who once
loved me say such a thing?‘ she thought.
At the age of twenty–two, Camilla had an accident. To save their two children, she became a vegetable.
The doctors said she only had basic life functions, no perception- essentially, she was a breathing doll.
But in reality, Camilla could hear and feel everything around her; she just couldn’t wake up. Ironically, this helped her see Charles‘ true face.
The nurse knocked and came in to remind him, “Mr. Hawthorne, visiting hours are over for today.”
Charles smiled charmingly at the nurse and nodded. Before leaving, he leaned down and kissed Camilla’s forehead, as if with deep affection. “Camilla, I hope you’ll wake up when I come to see you next time.”
Camilla sneered inwardly, ‘I will wake up and surprise you.‘
Outside the door, two nurses were talking. “Mr. Hawthorne is so kind. For five years, he’s visited his vegetable wife every week.”
“I heard he’s very wealthy. Do you really think he hasn’t had an affair in five years?” another nurse said,
Only after the door closed did Camilla slowly open her eyes. She tried to
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get out of bed, but her muscles had atrophied from lying in bed for five years. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell hard.
Gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, she crawled to the window. Down below was a black Bentley.
Camilla recognized the car; its license plate number was her birthday.
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It was a birthday gift Charles had given her on their wedding anniversary. She had been so happy, thinking Charles was her true love.
He had said, “Camilla, this is our first year together. We have ten, fifty more years to spend together.”
Camilla closed her eyes and then opened them again. She watched as Charles‘ secretary, Ophelia Wadsworth, stepped out of the car in high heels, acting like his wife.
Ophelia ran toward Charles with a smile but tripped and fell forward. Charles quickly caught her.
They looked at each other and smiled. Charles smiled more brightly than Camilla had ever seen. It felt like being cut with a dull knife.
Camilla had given so much to Charles. She had given up her job to work for free in his company.
She trembled with pain, tears rolling into her mouth, bitter.
Camilla glared at Ophelia, who playfully kissed Charles‘ cheek. The next moment, the back door of the car opened.
Camilla saw her twin children, Cecilia Hawthorne and Lucius Hawthorne, step out. They were beautiful, with blue eyes like hers.
“My babies,” Camilla murmured, tears streaming down her face. She longed to reach through the window and touch their cute faces.
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But her children ran to Ophelia, hugging and kissing her cheeks. Charles stood by, smiling warmly and helplessly. They looked like a family of
four.
For five whole years, Charles had never brought the children to see Camilla.
The little girl, Cecilia, suddenly looked up as if sensing something and caught Camilla’s eyes through the window. The mother and daughter’s gazes met unexpectedly.
Camilla instinctively tidied her hair and smiled cautiously at her girl, but Cecilia seemed frightened and clung to Ophelia.
Camilla’s eyes dimmed. Her daughter was afraid of her.
“Daddy, Mommy, there’s someone there,” Cecilia said, pointing at Camilla’s window.
Charles followed Cecilia’s gesture and his expression changed slightly. It was Camilla’s hospital room, but there was no one at the window.
“Cecilia, are you sure you didn’t see wrong?” Charles asked his daughter.
“No.” Cecilia shook her head firmly. “I saw her. There was a lady with long hair.”
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