The Caregiver Is Pregnant with My Comatose Husband’s Child

Chapter 2

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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?