The hospital ward was silent except for the steady beeping of machines. Emily had been in a coma for three months, and her husband, Michael, never missed a day. To the staff, he was the picture of devotion—a man clinging to love long after hope had faded.
But today, the doctors told him the words he feared most: Emily would never wake up. Her body was failing. It was time to let her go.
Michael broke down, begging for one last moment with her. When the room cleared, he sat by her bedside, holding her cold hand. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Emily… I never meant for it to happen.”
Outside the door, a nurse froze, her heart pounding.
Michael continued, his confession spilling out in a trembling rush. “It was supposed to be an accident… I didn’t think the pills would—”
The beeping grew louder, drowning his words.
Inside, he wept. Outside, the nurse backed away, shaken by the revelation.
The devoted husband everyone admired had just confessed to causing the very tragedy he’d been mourning.
