The CEO Awakens from a Vegetative State

“A comatose CEO? Perfect. That saves me the trouble of dealing with him.” On the day I married into the Shen family, I raised my glass to the man lying on the wedding bed. For three years, I kept his crumbling company afloat. Everyone laughed at me, a pitiful stand-in stuck in a dead marriage. Then one night, I stubbed out my cigarette and smiled. “I’ve played my part long enough.” The fingers on the hospital bed suddenly twitched The moment he opened his eyes, I was burning our divorce agreement to ashes. “Awake?” I leaned over and pressed a finger to his trembling lips. “Too bad. Now you’re the one who married into the family.”