Markian
A lot had changed since Livy’s kidnap, Judy Luthel’s shooting and Sophia’s death.
For one, I’m officially a father of a beautiful boy and girl. But unfortunately, Livy have been in a coma ever since that incident.
I’ve been separated from the love of my life once again and life had sucked ever since, until the arrival of my children a month ago.
Since then, it’s been from the Luthel mansion, to the office, then to the hospital to see Livy and back home. I’ve been trying to keep myself even busier, it helps to fill the void of emptiness i feel without Livy. The throbbing pit of pain and regret in my heart doesn’t hurt so much if I’m busy.
Nobody’s saying it but I know they all want me to start accepting this as my new reality, that Livy might never wake up. But I can’t, I’ll never accept that.
Which is why I keep going to see Livy at the hospital every chance I have. I talk to her, I tell her that I’m waiting for her, I tell her I’ve been miserable ever since she left.
Some people tell me to be grateful for what I have, it doesn’t matter if she never wake up they say. You’ve got you children and your family, why ask for more they say. But I want it all.
Yes, I have my kids but I still want my wife. And if that makes me greedy, then so be it. I’ll never accept being without Livy as my new reality, or any other reality in that matter.
Maybe this is our last fight, our last obstacle to overcome. Maybe things would only start to get better once this nightmare is over. Maybe we can finally have our happily-ever-after once you wake up.
For 6months, it seems every other thing surrounding us kept moving with time, but our personal lives have all been put on hold.
“Markian, I’m here… You should go freshen up.” Heather would said each time she walked into Livy’s private hospital room.
“And my kids?” I would asked in a heartbeat.
“they’re expecting you as always.” She’d reply.
I don’t know how she manages to come here are why she feels the need to, but she’s been super supportive. Except the time she talks about ‘finding a more effective way to properly care for my children’
“C’mon Markian, I don’t mean to be the pessimistic here, but maybe it’s time to try other options.” She would advise.
I hate it whenever she brings up this topic, it’s upsetting.
“It’s only been 6months, I can wait this lifetime for her to wake up Heather.” I would usually reply with a scornful smile.
She’s the only one who has the nerve to tell me this to my face, but she’s also been the one person who haven’t left either my side or Livy’s since the coma.
Daniel had to go back to Shanghai 2weeks after the incident, and have been having a hard time adjusting to his new reality ever since. But he calls every single day to know if there’s any improvement in Livy’s condition.
The doctors said she had a haemorrhage in her brain and that induced her coma. Even though the surgery was successful, she still slipped into a coma and the doctors can’t tell us when she’ll wake up.
“Sometimes the truth takes a while to sink in, but your kids need a more stable and steady care. They need to feel the presence of a mother figure Markian. So while you make decisions, try to put their needs into consideration too.” Heather said to me once.
There may be a point in what she says but I’m never listening to her anyway.
“Thank you so much for all you’ve been doing for the kids, Livy and myself all these while. I honestly can’t repay you for everything.” I would always appreciate, but completely ignore what she said beforehand.
My Livy will wake up anytime soon, I can feel it. I just have to be patient, I need to be patient.
“Go on, I’ll take care of her.” She’ll reply back frustrated and I’ll give an approving nod before leaving the room.
Even though there are nurses and caregivers, I just don’t want Livy to be alone, after all there is nothing better to help her recovery than to hear the voices of her family members.
So for the past 5months, we’ve drafted a plan of how to spend our days in the week with Livy. Although the arrival of the babies have made that plan a bit tedious, but we’re adjusting pretty well.
About Barbra Winfrey, I can’t say I’m not disappointed by my dad’s decision about her punishment, but she’s his wife so I let him pick out a suitable punishment for her.
Before she was exposed, her name was in our family register as my mother and because of that she had shares at the company, both from mine and joint shares with my father.
But he decided to strip her of all titles completely, meaning she did not only lost all her shares in Castlehill, but her name have also been removed from the Winfrey family register.
She also lost MCB News Network to me after I sued her for deframing of character, illegal possession of private and personal information and also for aiding and supporting a criminal.
Judy also dismissed her from the Verc for abuse of position, so she’s basically a shadow of herself and has absolutely nothing left to her name.
My dad still wants to be married to her but only on paper and for public appearances. The Winfrey Mansion has become her private prison and hell, even though that place and my dad’s name is the only thing keeping her from falling into the cruel pit of public ridicule and social sucide.
That’s the kind of punishment my dad picked out for her. Even though that a cruel punishment, I still feel she deserves more. But apparently, that’s the only punishment that truly brought her down to her knees and made her regret everything she’s ever done.
3days ago, Heather had said she saw Livy’s finger move when she told her about our babies, so I decided to bring them to the hospital today.
Mrs Luthel came with me but she headed straight to the doctors office while I went to my wife’s room. The nannies placed the babies carefully by my side in their baskets and went outside to wait.
I’ve been reading a lot about patients in comatose and even the doctor in charge of her case had encouraged that we talk, play, read and argue with her from time to time. I don’t really have the patience to tell her how my days went, but I do read to her and I think I’ve sang to her once.
Today, is different though, that’s why I brought our babies with me. Maybe something they do or their cries could stimulate her brainwaves somehow.
But it’s been 4hrs already and I’m holding back my frustration even though it’s rapidly running thin.
“Maybe I should take the babies home, and maybe we could try again tomorrow.” Judy suggested when she knew my patience had run thin.
It’s not so hard to me to get frustrated lately, and I’ve even become quite bold in expressing my anger too. I nodded in agreement as she patted my shoulder consolingly before she called the nannies to come carry the babies out.
When they left the room and I was alone with Livy, I sat by her side and held her hand. As I kissed her soft warm hand, tear drop escaped my eyes and wet the back of her hand I held.
“I miss you, I miss you so much. And it’s not fair because I’m here having a hard time, trying to endure all these and be patient but you won’t even open your eyes to tell me I’ve been good, that I’m doing a good job. I must be the worst husband in history because my wife always finds an excuse to leave me everytime, and I keep chasing after her. But maybe I should stop, maybe it’s time I stopped holding on and let you go. Heather introduced me to a beautiful lady the other day and her name is Hayley…” I mentioned, and the machine reading her brainwaves began to beep.
“… She has brown eyes and her personality is elegant. She’s wonderful with kids too, so she would be perfect for our little angels…” I continued, and the machine went crazy beeping even faster.
I don’t know what I’m doing but it’s causing a reaction to her brainwaves so I continued.
“… I was really hoping you’d wake up before our babies turn 2months, but I don’t think that’s going to happen…” I stated, and I saw her fingers move.
Her fingers first, then her toes moved too. She was moving parts of her body, this wasn’t a twitch so I paged the doctor to come to the room immediately.
While I waited for him to come, I continued to taunt and tease her with my words even though none of what I was saying was true.
“… I think I might have to enter into a contract marriage with her so she can take good care of our babies, since you want to remain in a coma.” I provoked, and what happened next was a MIRACLE.
“He. Dare. Not.” Olivia spoke those 3 words before her eyes fluttered open.
This brings us to the end of ‘Married To My Sister’s Husband’
I’m sorry for the crappy ending, but that’s it guys. This has been the best experience for me, and you guys have been the absolute best of readers. Your consistency gave the encouragement to complete this story and I can’t thank you enough. It’s been an amazing journey for me and I hope it had been the same for you too.