I married a man who'd been in a coma for a year after being framed by my stepmother and forced by my birth father. He was the son of my step-sister, whom everyone considered to be an unlucky match. On our wedding night, I received a bank card worth millions from my mother-in-law, which came as a surprise considering the dire predictions surrounding our union. That night, something unexpected happened - my comatose husband slowly opened his eyes, awakening after a year of being in a vegetative state.