“I’ll order the highest-quality coffin for you,”

the husband whispered into his wife’s ear as she lay in a coma, already imagining how he would spend her money…But at that exact moment, he received a truly terrifying message.

For more than two weeks, his wife had been in a coma.
Since the terrible accident, she had not regained consciousness. She was kept alive only by machines. The doctors were very clear with the husband: the chances of recovery were almost nonexistent. Keeping her on life support would only prolong the suffering.

The husband nodded.
He agreed far too quickly.

Because he had been waiting for that day.
He had been waiting for a long time.

In front of the doctors, he put on a flawless performance of grief. His shoulders slumped, his head hung low, his sobs so convincing that a young nurse discreetly wiped away her tears.

“Please… let me at least say goodbye,” he begged in a trembling voice. “I’m about to lose the love of my life…”

The doctors agreed.

He entered the room alone. His wife lay there, motionless. She looked peaceful, almost alive, as if she were merely asleep. Only the tube in her throat revealed the truth.

The husband sat beside her. He noticed, in the reflection of the glass wall, that the nurse in the hallway was watching his every move.
So he acted.

He stroked his wife’s hair, feigned tenderness, forced a tear. He leaned closer, like a man shattered by pain.

And with his mouth close to her ear, he whispered so softly that no one else could hear—except her:

“I’ll order the finest coffin for you, my dear…”

A crooked smile formed on his lips.

“I already have the money. All of your money is mine now.”

He straightened up, took one last look, and was about to leave the room—

When the phone in his hand vibrated.

A message.

As he read it, the blood drained from his face.

“My love… if you’re reading this, it’s because you thought I wouldn’t hear you.
But I heard everything.”

His heart began to race.

The message continued.

“I’m not dead. I never was.
And now, everyone will know who you really are.”

The phone nearly slipped from his hand.

He turned abruptly toward the bed.

His wife’s fingers moved.

The machines began to beep differently. The heart monitor sped up. Her eyes slowly opened, staring at him with a chilling clarity.

The nurse rushed into the room, followed by the doctors.

“She’s waking up!” someone shouted.

The husband tried to step back, but his legs would not obey him.

Later, the truth came out.

The coma had never been as deep as he believed. At certain moments, she had been conscious. Conscious enough to hear. Conscious enough to understand. And conscious enough to record everything.

Before the accident, she had already suspected her husband. She had transferred most of her assets into a protected account and left evidence safely stored with her lawyer.

The message had been programmed to be sent at that exact moment.

Days later, the husband was no longer at the hospital. He was being questioned. Fraud, attempted financial exploitation, conspiracy.

She survived.

And while he lost everything—money, reputation, freedom—she regained not only her life, but something even greater:

The chance to start over… far away from the man who had wished for her death.