The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 40

“You heard Mr. Quigley Sr. just now. Once you’re awake, you won’t need to hold back anymore.” Lindsay stood at the bedside, her gaze fixed on Yves.

People always repay what’s owed, especially after everything Yves had suffered at their hands.

Yves nodded. With his father’s words as support, it would be much easier to settle scores when the time came.

He would collect on old debts and new, and those who ambushed him—their payback would be ten times what they’d done to him.

…

A week passed. Yves could finally sit up, but his legs were still useless—he couldn’t muster any strength at all.

Lindsay had no choice but to prepare a wheelchair for him. She helped him settle in and showed him how to use it.

“This button moves you forward, this one’s for reverse, and the one in the middle is for pause.”

Yves' expression grew distant. He nodded quietly, a shadow crossing his eyes.

“Are you feeling down because of the wheelchair?” Lindsay saw right through him. For someone like Yves, so proud and self-sufficient, being confined like this was a devastating blow.

Yves pressed his lips together. After a moment, he finally looked up, meeting Lindsay’s eyes. “Do you… resent me for this?”

His voice was still rough, but far better than a week ago. Recovery took time.

Lindsay was momentarily stunned, her brow furrowing. “Why would you even think that?”

“I’m a cripple now. If you want to…” Yves' gaze dimmed. He’d never imagined that after months in a coma, this would be the price—he couldn’t walk. Suddenly becoming disabled would be hard for anyone to accept.

He couldn’t accept himself like this; how could anyone else?

Lindsay put on a mock-offended look. “Don’t even go there. In my marriage, there’s only ‘till death do us part’—divorce isn’t on the table.”

Yves agreed. He was longing for the world beyond these walls.

“Alright, let’s do it your way.”

“I also need to let Althea know. It’s time for what she did to come to light.” Back when Yves was still unconscious, Lindsay had hesitated. But now he was awake—there was nothing left to fear.

Althea had to answer for her actions.

“Whatever you decide,” Yves replied. “Hand me my phone, I need to make a call.”

Lindsay fetched his phone. It had been powered off the whole time he was in a coma.

The moment Yves turned it on, his screen exploded with hundreds of notifications, all chiming in at once.