I Divorced My Husband While He Was in a Coma after Finding a Letter with My Name under Our Bathtub

After Sarah’s husband is involved in an incident in the bathroom that causes him to go into a coma, she comes upon a letter that describes her husband’s affair that he has been keeping a secret from her. Is it possible for her to divorce a man who is in a coma?

Dinner and a movie at home were the two main activities that we did on a regular Friday evening. James was always appreciative of the simple things, and I had to confess that it was reassuring to just stay home and rest for a while.

But in a short amount of time, our evening went from being peaceful and relaxing to being loud and terrifying.

During the time that I was cleaning the dishes and waiting for James to take a shower and return downstairs so that we could watch our movie, I heard a loud scream coming from the bathroom.

My pulse was racing in my chest as I rushed to the scene, and when I arrived, I saw my husband unconscious beside the bathtub nearby.

I said, “Oh, James,” while I was holding his head in my lap.

I did not give it a second thought before dialing the number for emergency assistance. I requested that he be taken to the hospital as soon as possible.

It was essential for me to have assurance that he would be fine.

I was positioned against the wall at the hospital, and I watched as the emergency room doctors maneuvered around James as he was strapped to the gurney.

A doctor yelled out, “Sarah,” in response. A coma has been placed on your husband. When all of the results are in, I will provide you with a comprehensive report.

While attempting to take in the entirety of the scenario, I nodded. James had been doing well. After he had finished his meal, he helped me clean the cutting board. Next, he went to take a shower.

There is a possibility that he fell and struck his head. The concept occurred to me.

It was the doctor who told Sarah to “go home.” “It is important that you get some rest and possibly some of James’ personal contents. Such as pyjamas and personal care items. What I can tell you is that he is going to be in a coma for a very long time.

As a result, I went back to my house, invigorated by the realization that I had a reason for being. The first thing I needed to do was get James’s possessions, and then I needed to return to the hospital.

My initial step was to go to the restroom and search for any evidence that might have been present. While I was looking for a puddle of water, I was looking for something that James might have slipped on.

I got down on my hands and knees and placed my handbag on the mat that was located in the restroom.

In contrast, there was nothing.

In the midst of the commotion that was gathering James’ necessities, I suddenly recalled that I needed to call my mother-in-law and inform her about the situation.

In my haste to return to the restroom, I rushed to retrieve my phone from the handbag I was carrying. Nevertheless, as I knelt down to get it, I saw an odd element that caught my attention. It was something that I had overlooked during my initial scan of the restroom.

My sister, Amelia, who had abruptly severed all relations and relocated to a different location a year earlier, had scrawled my name across an envelope that was sealed and tucked away beneath the bathtub. The handwriting on the envelope was obvious and it was written in my name.

I attempted to open the mail while my hands were shaking.

The basis of my marriage began to collapse with each word that was spoken.

It was revealed that Amelia had been having an affair with James. She wrote about the awful remorse she felt.

When I look in the mirror, Sarah, I am unable to see myself. I am completely shattered by the guilt that I feel for what we have done.

As I continued to read, I could feel the stomach churning with the anticipation of my dinner.

This is your niece, May… The truth is that she is James’ daughter. One and only one positive outcome resulted from the affair, and that was her.

After that, Amelia continued by stating that Hugh, her husband, had acknowledged May as his own child and had not questioned her paternity in any way.

The letter that my sister wrote exposed the burden of her guilt and the agony that she felt as a result of her silence.

The situation subsequently became even more dire.

There was a photograph of my niece that was enclosed in the package. I had known that my niece was Hugh’s daughter ever since my sister made the announcement that she was expecting children.

But with the knowledge that I had at the time, I was able to see James’ eyes in May. There was a medical paper that was attached outlining a rare genetic ailment that was, without a doubt, a condition that was passed down via James’ family.

Through the cloud of my disbelief, Amelia’s pleading for forgiveness was able to penetrate. Her explanation was that Hugh’s dismissal from his work had left her in a state of desperation while she dealt with the medical issues that her daughter was experiencing.

As I sat there on the chilly floor of the toilet, I was surrounded by the pieces of my previous marriage as well as the broken relationship I had with my sister.

I called Amelia, and the dam that had been holding our quiet together shattered.

“I’m so, so sorry, Sarah!” After I disclosed that I was aware of everything, she broke down in tears while we were on the phone.

Because I wanted to protect you, I believed that I could keep this from you for all of eternity, but I couldn’t do it anymore. Because May is becoming unwell, I needed my sister more than ever.

Despite the fact that I did not wish to interact with Amelia, I was urgently in need of confirmation that the story was accurate.

Moreover, there was. I ended the phone without engaging in any further conversation.

However, I was unable to confront James because he was in a coma and his status was still unknown. The manner in which the physician had communicated with me, however, indicated that something was not quite right.

I filed for divorce a few days later, while James was still in the coma, because I could not stand the notion of having to confront him during this time.

“I just can’t do it,” I told James’ mother after I had finished telling her everything that had happened. It is impossible for me to remain in this position and wait for him to be okay, knowing that the instant he opens his eyes, my entire world will be transformed. I would rather make the adjustment right now.”

When James awoke two weeks later, his mother was sitting by his bedside, and she was informing him about the divorce that we had just finalized.

It was my responsibility to relocate James’ belongings from our home to his mother’s residence.

Furthermore, I came to the conclusion that rather than being a bride, I could be a wonderful older sister.

I was able to make amends with Amelia, and I eventually became a part of May’s life. When all was said and done, she was nothing more than a naive young girl who had become entangled in the chaos of human beings. The human race was obligated to safeguard and cherish her existence.

My heart was unable to turn away from her, despite the fact that she had betrayed me.