I Married a Supposedly Comatose Heir

Relief washed over Julio Kelley. "Before you and Garrett got married, I had him sign a prenuptial agreement. Garrett's temper is unpredictable. Just hang on for one more month. Once the divorce papers are finalized, the Kelley family from Westport will come take care of you."

"I understand, Dad," Olive replied.

Drenched from the rain, Olive made her way back to the villa. She gathered her personal belongings, coldly tossing aside wedding photos, albums, and anything tied to Garrett.

The next morning, Olive woke to her phone buzzing nonstop. It was flooded with finance updates and celebrity gossip.

"Garrett Armstrong has reportedly regained his eyesight. He was spotted walking more than three miles with tennis player Vivienne Gutierrez. The two looked inseparable and spent the night together at a luxury apartment downtown."

A bittersweet smile tugged at Olive's lips, but her eyes held a hollow emptiness. She'd once thought Garrett kept his distance in public because he was insecure. Now she knew the truth—he simply didn't love her.

As soon as she stepped outside her neighborhood, a swarm of reporters closed in on her.

"Ms. Kelley, did you come between Garrett Armstrong and Vivienne Gutierrez back when they were together?"

"Now that they're rumored to be back together, are you going to step aside gracefully?"

"Was that livestream just a stunt to keep Garrett with you?"

Camera flashes stung Olive's eyes.

Before she could answer, Garrett's voice rose above the crowd, sharp with authority. "Everyone, back up."

He shouldered his way through the reporters, planting himself protectively in front of Olive. "My personal life is none of your business. Leave my wife alone."

"Olive Kelley is my legal wife. Any claim that she interfered is baseless! If anyone keeps spreading lies about her, expect legal action."

When he finished, Garrett reached for Olive's hand. She yanked hers back before he could touch her and headed back to the villa alone.

Garrett followed, his voice thick with pleading. "Olive, please, just let me explain."

"Alright," Olive replied, her gaze steady.

"My sight came back about a month ago," Garrett admitted, visibly tense. "I wanted to surprise you when the time was right. That's why I kept it from you."

"Is that so? Well, congratulations on getting your sight back," Olive replied coolly.

Garrett hesitated, pressing his lips together. "Vivienne... We do have history. She gave up her career for me, and now she's hurt. I can't just abandon her."

"Please, just wait a little longer. Once she's recovered, I'll distance myself from her. Remember how you always wanted to see the Northern Lights? I'll take you once all this blows over."

So he did remember what she wanted—he'd just never made it a priority.

The irony cut deep. "Garrett, I'm tired. Let's proceed with the divorce."