My Father Married Me to a Billionaire in a Coma—Then He Opened His Eyes When He Heard My Voice

with a heartbreaking amount of effort, he squeezed my hand exactly once.

Yes.

A thick sob rose in my throat, but I forced myself to swallow it down, knowing that crying would only waste our precious time.

“We desperately need a communication system,” I whispered, my tears spilling onto the white sheets. “Squeeze my hand once for yes, and twice for no.continue reading …