Seducing My Ex's Father In Law (Submitting to My Mate's Father-in-Law) by Caroline Above Story updated 2025 - 26 - Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 871

Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law Chapter 871

The moment we stopped in front of Megan Churchill’s hospital room, something in my chest tightened.

I no longer believed in coincidences.

Twenty-three years in a coma. Kept alive by machines—hidden, protected, and imprisoned all at once. And now my mate—pregnant, powerful, and already carrying too much on her shoulders—stood beside me, about to face another piece of a past that never should’ve touched her.

I tightened my grip on Judy’s hand without even realizing it.

I could feel her anxiety, her fear. I wanted nothing more than to take it all away. If I could shield her from those emotions, I would in a heartbeat. She stared at the door, eyes filled with worry, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“You don’t have to go in yet,” I said quietly. “We can step away for a bit—give you time to clear your head.”

She looked at me, and for a moment I saw her waver. Vulnerability flickered in her eyes as she searched my face. Then something else appeared—raw determination. The Judy I knew. The Judy I loved with every beat of my heart.

“We should do this now,” she said, never breaking eye contact. “I need to get this over with.”

“You should be warned,” Eliza said, glancing between us. For a moment, I’d forgotten she was even there. “She’s been in a coma for a long time, and this is the lower end of the hospital. Patients are often forgotten here. That usually means poor care. There’s no telling what we’ll walk into.”

I nodded and pulled Judy a little closer.

“I’m ready,” she said, taking a deep breath.

Eliza nodded and pushed the door open. We stepped inside, my hand resting firmly on Judy’s lower back as we moved forward.

The room was dim, lit mostly by the glow of monitors and machines. The steady beep of a heart monitor filled the space—slow, consistent. The air smelled clean and sterile, but beneath it lingered something else. Something old. Like time itself had settled into the corners.

Megan Churchill lay motionless in the bed, pale and still.

She looked younger than she should have.

Her blonde hair was streaked with silver, but her face—her face looked preserved, almost untouched by age. As if time had stopped the moment her body shut down. Tubes ran from her arms, and a ventilator lifted her chest in a low, mechanical rhythm.

Judy trembled beside me. I stepped closer, closing the small space between us.

She took a brave step forward, and I went with her. She moved as if the room itself might reject her. Her gaze fixed on Megan’s face, her breath catching.

“She looks…” Judy whispered.

“Alive,” Eliza finished softly, just as stunned as we were.

It wasn’t what any of us had expected.

Eliza moved closer, setting her bag down as she checked the monitors with practiced ease. She examined Megan carefully—vitals, reflexes, the machines doing the work her body no longer could.

“She’s stable,” Eliza said after a moment. “Shockingly stable, actually. It’s almost like there’s a magical tether keeping her here.”

“You can feel the magic?” I asked.

Eliza shook her head.

“No. But it’s the only explanation that makes sense. It’s clear she doesn’t get many visitors, and this wing is often neglected. These machines are ancient. Her IV bag is empty. From the scent alone, it’s obvious she hasn’t been properly cared for—though the room itself is clean enough to pass human inspections.”

“I can feel it,” Judy whispered, tears shining in her eyes as she looked up at me. “It’s like a curse that kept one woman alive so an entire bloodline wouldn’t die.”

I nodded. I understood exactly what she meant.

If Megan dies, the Churchill bloodline dies with her.

“She doesn’t deserve this,” Judy said softly, meeting my gaze. “She did everything she could to protect her child. She doesn’t deserve to be trapped in a magical coma—or whatever this is.”

“If the curse is broken incorrectly,” Eliza said, shaking her head, “she could die—and take the entire Churchill bloodline with her. I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s far beyond my medical experience.”

No one knew about Judy’s magic. She didn’t want anyone to—not until she understood it better and could control it. I stayed silent, but I knew the truth.

Judy could break this curse.

It was said she could break any curse. Any bond.

“Is there anything we can do for her?” Judy asked, turning to Eliza.

Eliza frowned as she examined Megan again.

“For now, all we can do is keep her comfortable,” she said quietly. “Until we figure out a safe way to break the curse.”

Judy glanced around the room, a crease forming between her brows.

“I doubt she’ll be comfortable here,” she muttered.

“Then we’ll take her back to our pack,” I said without hesitation. “We can keep her in Eliza’s clinic.”

I looked to Eliza for confirmation.

She nodded.