The hospital ward was silent — only the faint hum of machines and the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor broke the stillness.
For nearly three months, the woman had lain motionless. Her husband came every day, holding her hand, whispering words of devotion, and resting his head beside hers.
To everyone around, he was the picture of unwavering love and loyalty.

But appearances can deceive.

The Farewell

When doctors finally told him that there was no hope, that her organs were slowly shutting down, the man broke down in tears. His cries echoed down the corridor — raw, heart-wrenching, seemingly genuine.

He begged the doctors to let him have one last moment alone with her.

They agreed.

Inside the dimly lit room, he clutched her cold hand, kissed her forehead, and bent close to her ear. His lips trembled — but what came out of his mouth wasn’t a farewell of love.

“Now all your property belongs to me. Goodbye, dear.”

His voice was low, venomous — meant for her alone.

What he didn’t know was that someone was listening.

The Trap

Behind the door stood a plainclothes police officer.
For weeks, detectives had grown suspicious — the woman’s “accident” didn’t add up.

Toxicology tests revealed minute traces of poison in her blood — not enough to kill her, but just enough to keep her weak, trapped between life and death.

It wasn’t fate keeping her in a coma. It was him.

The police had set a trap. Doctors played along, pretending her condition was hopeless, while hidden cameras and audio recorders were placed in the room.

And his whispered “farewell” — his chilling confession — was all they needed.

Justice

When he stepped out of the room, wiping fake tears from his eyes, two officers approached him.

At first, he tried to act confused. Then he saw their expressions — cold, unyielding — and his face turned pale.

Within moments, he was in handcuffs, led down the long hospital corridor as stunned nurses watched in silence.

The Awakening

Days passed.
Without the constant drip of poison, the woman’s body slowly began to heal.

Her pulse grew stronger. Her breathing steadied.
And then — one morning — her fingers twitched.

The nurse gasped and rushed to her side as the woman’s eyelids fluttered open.

“It’s over now,” the nurse whispered softly. “You’re safe.”

The Truth

It took time before she learned everything — how the man she loved had been poisoning her, how the police had uncovered the truth, how his final words had sealed his fate.

The husband who had once vowed to protect her had been slowly destroying her.

But in the end, his greed and arrogance had become his downfall.

Because when he whispered what he thought would be his victory,
he unknowingly gave her back her life.