0:02 They declared me dead during childbirth.
0:04 My husband's mistress wore my wedding
0:07 dress to celebrate. His mother tried to
0:09 steal my newborn and sell my second
0:13 baby. But I wasn't dead. I was in a coma
0:16 hearing every evil word. And when I woke
0:19 up, I destroyed them all. Before this
0:21 story begins, hit that subscribe button
0:23 right now because what you're about to
0:25 hear will leave you speechless. This is
0:28 about betrayal, survival, and the most
0:31 savage revenge you've ever seen. Don't
0:34 you dare skip to the end. Every second
0:37 matters. Now, let's begin. My name is
0:39 Samantha, and I need to tell you about
0:43 the day I died. Except I didn't die. Not
0:46 really, but they wanted me to. God, how
0:49 they wanted me to. It started 16 hours
0:53 into labor. 16 excruciating hours of
0:55 pain that felt like my body was tearing
0:57 itself apart from the inside. The
1:00 contractions came in waves so powerful I
1:02 thought I might break in half. My
1:04 husband Andrew stood in the corner of
1:06 the delivery room and I remember looking
1:09 at him through my tears, desperate for
1:12 comfort, for his hand, for anything. But
1:14 he wasn't looking at me. He was on his
1:17 phone. Actually, on his phone while I
1:19 was screaming in agony. The doctor kept
1:22 saying everything was fine, that first
1:24 babies take time, that I was doing
1:27 great. But then something changed. I
1:29 felt it before anyone else did. This
1:32 warmth spreading beneath me. Too much
1:35 warmth. The nurse's face went white. She
1:37 pressed the emergency button and
1:39 suddenly there were people everywhere
1:41 shouting medical terms I didn't
1:43 understand. The last thing I heard
1:45 clearly was the doctor yelling, "She's
1:49 hemorrhaging. We're losing her. My
1:51 vision started to blur, darkening at the
1:53 edges like someone was slowly turning
1:55 down the lights. The heart monitor's
1:58 steady beep became one long, endless
2:00 scream. And in that moment, as
2:02 everything faded to black, I heard
2:05 Andrew's voice. Not crying, not
2:08 panicking, just asking flatly, "Is the
2:12 baby okay?" Not, "Is my wife okay?" Not,
2:15 "Save her, please save her, just concern
2:17 for the baby." That should have told me
2:20 everything I needed to know. Then there
2:23 was nothing. Complete darkness. Complete
2:26 silence. I thought that was it. I
2:28 thought I was dead. But then I started
2:30 to hear things. Muffled voices. The
2:33 sound of wheels on lenolium. Cold air on
2:36 my skin. I tried to open my eyes, tried
2:38 to scream, tried to move even a single
2:41 finger. Nothing worked. My body was a
2:44 prison and I was trapped inside it. I
2:46 heard a sheet being pulled over my face.
2:48 I felt the texture of it against my
2:51 nose, my lips. I heard the doctor's
2:55 tired voice. Time of death, 3:47 a.m.
2:58 And I was screaming inside my head. I'm
3:00 not dead. I'm alive. I'm right here. But
3:04 no sound came out. Nothing moved. I was
3:06 being wheeled somewhere. I could feel
3:08 the motion, hear the squeaking wheels.
3:11 The morg. Oh god, they were taking me to
3:13 the morg. The metal table was so cold
3:16 beneath my back. I could feel every
3:18 degree of that cold, but I couldn't
3:21 shiver. Couldn't react. I heard the morg
3:23 attendant humming some song. Heard him
3:25 moving around, preparing to do whatever
3:28 it is they do to dead bodies. My mind
3:31 was racing with terror. This is how it
3:34 ends, I thought. Conscious but paralyzed
3:37 while they Wait. The attendant's voice
3:40 cut through my panic. Wait, I think I
3:44 feel a pulse. Oh my god, I feel a pulse.
3:46 The next few hours were chaos. I was
3:48 rushed back to the emergency room. I
3:51 heard machines beeping, people shouting
3:53 orders, Andrew's voice in the distance
3:56 asking what was happening. And then a
3:58 doctor, a different doctor, explaining
4:00 something to Andrew in a calm,
4:02 professional tone that made my blood run
4:04 cold. Your wife is in what we call a
4:07 lockedin state. It's an extremely rare
4:09 condition. She's in a deep coma, but
4:11 there's a possibility she can hear and
4:13 process what's happening around her,
4:15 even though she can't respond in any
4:19 way. We have her on life support now.
4:21 There was a long pause. And then Andrew
4:23 asked, and I'll never forget the tone of
4:27 his voice. Can she recover? It's
4:30 unlikely, the doctor said. Maybe a 5%
4:33 chance. She could be like this for
4:35 months, years, or she may never wake up.
4:38 I waited for Andrew to break down, to
4:40 cry, to beg them to do everything
4:43 possible. Instead, I heard him say, "I
4:45 need to make some calls." And he walked
4:48 away. That's when I heard her voice for
4:51 the first time. His mother, Margaret.
4:53 I'd always known she didn't like me. But
4:55 the coldness in her voice that day was
4:58 something else entirely. "So, she's a
5:00 vegetable now?" Margaret said it like
5:03 she was asking about the weather. We
5:05 don't use that term, the doctor replied
5:08 clearly uncomfortable. How long do we
5:10 keep her like this? Margaret pressed.
5:13 What's the protocol? Mrs. Mitchell, your
5:16 daughter-in-law is a human being who is
5:18 brain dead and costing money every
5:20 minute she lays there. I'm asking you,
5:23 doctor, what are our options? I heard
5:27 the doctor sigh. After 30 days, if
5:29 there's no improvement, the family can
5:32 discuss options regarding life support.
5:35 30 days, Margaret repeated. That's
5:38 manageable. They left, and I was alone
5:40 with the beeping machines and my
5:42 screaming thoughts. But then, through
5:44 some miracle or curse, I heard them
5:47 again. A nurse had accidentally left a
5:49 baby monitor on in my room, and it was
5:52 picking up voices from the hallway.
5:55 Andrew's voice, Margaret's voice. and a
5:58 third voice I recognized immediately.
6:02 Jennifer, Andrew's assistant, the woman
6:03 I'd suspected he was having an affair
6:06 with for months. This is actually
6:09 perfect. Margaret was saying perfect.
6:12 Andrew sounded confused. Mom, my wife is
6:15 in a coma. Exactly. She's as good as
6:17 dead. Andrew, you have the baby. You'll
6:19 have the insurance money. And Jennifer
6:21 can finally step into her rightful
6:23 place. But she's still technically
6:26 alive, Andrew said. And I noticed he
6:28 didn't sound horrified. He sounded
6:31 uncertain, like he was working through a
6:34 problem. Not for long, Margaret said.
6:37 Hospitals hate keeping coma patients.
6:40 Too expensive. Give it 30 days, then we
6:43 pull the plug. Clean, legal. No one will
6:46 suspect anything. What about her
6:49 parents? Andrew asked. I'll handle them.
6:52 We tell them she's already dead. Closed.
6:54 casket, funeral, cremation, the whole
6:56 thing. They live four states away.
6:59 They'll never know the difference.
7:01 Jennifer's voice was soft, almost
7:05 gentle. Are you sure about this,
7:07 darling? Margaret said, and I could hear
7:10 the smile in her voice. I've never been
7:12 more sure of anything. Soon you'll have
7:14 everything you've ever wanted. The
7:17 house, the husband, the baby,
7:21 everything. I was screaming inside my
7:23 head. I was screaming so loud. I thought
7:26 surely someone would hear. But my body
7:29 lay still as death. Three days later, a
7:31 nurse came in talking to another nurse
7:33 about that poor woman's baby. I learned
7:36 I'd had a girl. They were calling her
7:39 Madison, not Hope, the name I'd chosen.
7:41 Margaret had changed it. "The
7:44 grandmother is very controlling," one
7:46 nurse whispered. "She won't even let the
7:48 mother's parents visit. said they're too
7:51 emotional, not on the approved list.
7:53 That's awful, the other nurse replied.
7:55 And did you see that woman who keeps
7:58 visiting? The husband's girlfriend.
8:00 She's already acting like the baby's
8:02 mother. I know it's sick. The poor
8:04 woman's not even dead yet, and they've
8:07 already replaced her. Not even dead yet.
8:10 Those words echoed in my mind. I was a
8:12 ghost haunting my own life, watching it
8:15 be stolen piece by piece. My father
8:17 called the hospital on day five. I heard
8:19 the receptionist on the phone in the
8:21 hallway. I'm sorry, sir. You're not on
8:23 the approved visitor list. No, I
8:25 understand you're her father, but I have
8:27 strict orders from the husband and
8:29 mother-in-law. No, sir. I can't override
8:32 it. I'm very sorry. Then my father must
8:34 have called Margaret because I heard her
8:36 on the phone an hour later standing
8:39 right outside my door. George, I'm so
8:41 sorry to tell you this, but Samantha
8:43 didn't make it. She passed away early
8:46 this morning. It was very peaceful.
8:48 Andrew is devastated, of course. We're
8:50 planning a small funeral. I'll call you
8:53 with the details. She hung up. There was
8:56 no funeral being planned. My parents
8:58 thought I was dead, and I couldn't tell
9:01 them I was alive. Tears rolled down my
9:03 face, the only thing my body would do,
9:05 and a nurse wiped them away gently,
9:07 thinking it was just an automatic
9:10 response. By day seven, Jennifer had
9:12 moved into my house. I knew because the
9:15 nurses talked about everything. Can you
9:17 believe it? One said while checking my
9:20 vitals. His girlfriend moved in. They're
9:22 having some kind of party tonight. A
9:24 welcome home baby party. The baby's only
9:26 a week old and the mother is right here
9:28 in a coma. What kind of people are
9:32 these? The party? I heard about it in
9:34 bits and pieces from the nursing staff
9:36 over the next few days. Margaret had
9:38 sent my parents the wrong address and
9:41 time. They'd shown up two hours late to
9:44 find the party in full swing. Jennifer
9:46 holding my baby. Andrew introducing her
9:49 as Madison's new mother. My mother
9:51 screaming. My father trying to get past
9:54 security. Margaret having them forcibly
9:56 removed from the property. That's my
9:59 daughter's baby, my mother had cried.
10:01 That's my granddaughter. And Margaret
10:05 had replied cold as ice. Not anymore.
10:08 You have no rights here. The nurses were
10:11 appalled. Some wanted to report it, but
10:14 report what? Being cruel isn't illegal.
10:17 So, I lay there day after day, listening
10:20 to my life being erased. Jennifer was
10:23 wearing my clothes, sleeping in my bed,
10:25 raising my daughter. They'd thrown away
10:28 all my photos, redecorated the nursery,
10:30 changed everything that reminded them of
10:33 me. On day 14, Margaret met with an
10:35 insurance agent in the hospital
10:37 cafeteria. One of my nurses overheard
10:39 and told another nurse right outside my
10:42 door, thinking I couldn't hear. That
10:43 woman is actually discussing life
10:45 insurance while her daughter-in-law is
10:47 upstairs in a coma. She was asking when
10:50 they could claim the $500,000. The agent
10:52 told her, "Not until life support is
10:54 removed and death is declared." She
10:56 actually smiled and said, "That's day
10:59 30. Perfect." They were counting down
11:01 the days until they could kill me
11:04 legally. But then on day 20, everything
11:07 changed in a way none of us expected.
11:09 Dr. Martinez requested an urgent meeting
11:12 with Andrew. I heard Andrew's annoyed
11:14 voice in the hallway. What now? I'm very
11:16 busy. Mr. Mitchell, it's about your
11:18 wife's delivery. There's something you
11:21 weren't informed about. Dr. Martinez
11:24 sounded nervous. I'm listening. Your
11:27 wife delivered twins, two babies, twin
11:30 girls. The silence that followed was
11:33 deafening. What? Andrew's voice was
11:36 barely a whisper. What did you just say?
11:38 During the emergency, your wife
11:41 delivered twins. The second baby needed
11:44 intensive care. She's been in the NICU
11:47 this entire time. She's stable now. And
11:50 why wasn't I told? Andrew's voice was
11:53 rising. We tried to inform you multiple
11:55 times, but you said to handle all
11:57 medical matters and not bother you with
11:59 details unless absolutely necessary.
12:01 We've been focused on keeping both
12:03 babies healthy. The second baby is
12:05 thriving now and ready to Who knows
12:07 about this? Just the medical staff
12:10 directly involved. The baby hasn't been
12:12 named yet. We were waiting for you to
12:15 Don't tell anyone else. No one. Do you
12:18 understand? Dr. Martinez hesitated. Mr.
12:20 Mitchell, this is your daughter, your
12:23 wife's daughter. You can't just I said
12:26 don't tell anyone. I need to think.
12:28 Within an hour, Andrew was back with
12:30 Margaret and Jennifer. I heard every
12:32 word through the nurse's station outside
12:35 my room. Margaret was furious. "Two
12:38 babies? Two? Why didn't you check? Why
12:40 didn't you ask?" "I didn't think. I
12:42 didn't know." Andrew was stammering.
12:44 "This complicates everything," Margaret
12:47 hissed. "One baby, we can explain. We
12:50 have Madison. Everyone's seen her. But a
12:52 second baby? People will ask questions.
12:54 Where has she been? Why didn't we
12:56 mention her?
12:58 So, what do we do?" Jennifer asked.
13:01 There was a long, terrible pause. Then
13:03 Margaret said something that made my
13:05 heart monitor spike so violently that
13:08 alarms went off. "We get rid of her."
13:11 "What?" Andrew sounded shocked, but not
13:13 shocked enough. "The second baby. We
13:16 give her up for adoption privately. I
13:18 have a friend who's been desperate for a
13:22 baby. She'll pay $100,000, no questions
13:25 asked, cash. You want to sell my
13:27 daughter? Andrew said, but his voice
13:29 lacked conviction. She's not your
13:32 daughter. She's a complication, a loose
13:34 end. One baby keeps your image as the
13:37 devoted single father. Two babies?
13:39 That's suspicious. People will dig into
13:41 why we never mentioned her, why she was
13:43 hidden. They'll find out about Jennifer,
13:46 about everything. Your mother's right,
13:49 Jennifer added quietly. It's cleaner
13:52 this way. One baby, one family, no
13:54 complications. The alarms were still
13:57 going off. Nurses rushed in, checked my
13:58 vitals, tried to figure out what caused
14:01 the spike. One nurse looked at my face,
14:04 and gasped. Her eyes. There are tears.
14:08 Fresh tears. Automatic response, another
14:10 nurse said dismissively. Happens with
14:13 coma patients. But the first nurse
14:16 didn't look convinced. She left my room
14:18 and immediately found a supervisor. I
14:20 heard them talking in hushed, urgent
14:23 tones outside. Something's wrong. The
14:25 mother's heart rate spiked right when
14:27 those people were discussing. I think
14:29 she can hear them. I think she heard
14:31 what they're planning. We need to call
14:34 social services, the supervisor said.
14:36 And security. They're planning to sell a
14:40 baby. Can we prove it? We have to try.
14:43 That night, day 29, just hours before
14:45 they were scheduled to pull my plug,
14:48 something miraculous happened. Or maybe
14:51 it was pure rage that brought me back.
14:53 Maybe my body finally listened to my
14:56 mind screaming at it to move, to fight,
15:00 to wake up. At 11:47 p.m., my right
15:03 index finger twitched. The night nurse
15:05 saw it. She called the doctor. By
15:07 midnight, my fingers were moving
15:09 consistently. By 1:00 a.m., my eyes were
15:13 fluttering. And at 2:17 a.m. on day 29,
15:16 after nearly 30 days in hell, my eyes
15:19 opened. The first word I managed to
15:23 whisper was babies. Not baby, babies,
15:26 plural. Dr. Martinez was there. Mrs.
15:29 Mitchell, Samantha, can you hear me? Can
15:32 you understand me? Both, I whispered. My
15:36 babies, both of them. Where? His eyes
15:38 widened. You know about the twins? I
15:40 looked directly at him and I let him see
15:43 everything in my eyes. All the pain, all
15:46 the rage, all the knowledge. I heard
15:50 everything, every single word. For 29
15:53 days, the doctor's face went pale.
15:57 Everything. The party, the girlfriend,
15:59 the plan to pull the plug, the plan to
16:02 sell my daughter. My voice was getting
16:06 stronger with each word. I heard it all.
16:08 Within minutes, there was a flurry of
16:10 activity. The hospital social worker was
16:13 called, security was notified, and I
16:16 asked them to call my parents. When they
16:18 walked into my room 3 hours later and
16:21 saw me sitting up, awake, alive, my
16:24 mother collapsed. My father caught her
16:26 and they both just sobbed, holding each
16:28 other and staring at me like I was a
16:31 ghost. They told us you were dead, my
16:34 father said through his tears. They said
16:36 you were cremated. We mourned you, baby
16:40 girl. We mourned you. I know, Dad. I
16:43 heard I heard everything. I told them
16:47 all of it. every evil word, every cruel
16:50 plan. The social worker's face grew more
16:53 horrified with each detail. This is
16:56 criminal, she said. Multiple crimes. We
16:58 need to contact the police immediately.
17:01 There's something else, I said. I made a
17:03 will when I was pregnant. I suspected
17:05 Andrew was cheating. I updated
17:08 everything. If something happened to me,
17:10 custody goes to my parents. The
17:11 insurance goes into a trust for my
17:14 children. Andrew gets nothing.
17:17 My father's lawyer arrived within the
17:19 hour. Turned out I'd been more prepared
17:21 than I knew. I'd also installed hidden
17:23 security cameras in my house months
17:26 before. They'd captured everything.
17:29 Jennifer moving in, the party, all of
17:33 it. At 10:00 a.m. on day 30, the exact
17:34 time they were scheduled to pull my
17:37 plug, Andrew, Margaret, and Jennifer
17:39 walked into the hospital. Margaret was
17:42 carrying papers. Jennifer was wearing my
17:44 perfume. I could smell it from down the
17:45 hall. They were laughing about
17:48 something. They walked toward the ICU
17:50 and Dr. Martinez intercepted them.
17:53 "Before you go in," he started. "We
17:55 don't have time," Margaret snapped. "We
17:57 have the legal papers. We're terminating
18:00 life support today." "I really think you
18:03 should." Dr. Martinez tried again, but
18:06 Margaret pushed past him. Andrew and
18:08 Jennifer followed. They opened the door
18:11 to my room. I was sitting up in bed,
18:14 fully awake, staring right at them. The
18:16 coffee cup in Andrew's hand fell to the
18:19 floor and shattered. Jennifer let out a
18:21 scream. Margaret actually stumbled
18:24 backward into the door frame. "Hello," I
18:27 said, my voice clear and strong.
18:29 "Surprised to see me?" Andrew's mouth
18:33 opened and closed like a fish. No words
18:36 came out. "What's wrong?" I continued.
18:38 You look like you've seen a ghost, but
18:41 I'm not a ghost, am I? I'm very much
18:44 alive. This isn't possible, Margaret
18:48 whispered. You were brain dead. No, I
18:50 said, I was in a coma. There's a
18:51 difference. And you know what's
18:53 interesting about certain types of
18:55 comas? Sometimes you can hear
18:59 everything, every single thing. Jennifer
19:01 tried to run, but when she turned, there
19:03 were two police officers standing in the
19:06 doorway. Nobody move," one of them said.
19:08 I looked at Andrew and I smiled. It
19:11 wasn't a nice smile. Did you tell them
19:13 about our second daughter? Oh, wait. You
19:16 were planning to sell her for $100,000.
19:18 I remember now. I heard that plan, too.
19:22 Andrew went completely white. Second,
19:26 you know about about my twins? Yes,
19:29 Andrew. About both of my daughters. the
19:31 one Jennifer's been pretending is hers
19:33 and the one you were going to sell to
19:35 Margaret's friend. Margaret lunged
19:37 forward, but the officers stopped her.
19:40 "You can't prove any of that. You were
19:42 in a coma. You couldn't hear. Want to
19:44 bet?" I gestured to the social worker
19:47 who was holding a folder. Security
19:48 footage from my house, which I had
19:50 installed months ago when I suspected
19:52 the affair. Recordings of your
19:54 conversations in the hospital hallways.
19:56 Testimony from nurses who heard
19:58 everything. Phone records. bank
20:00 statements showing Andrew's already
20:03 spent $50,000 of my savings. Want me to
20:05 go on? The police officer stepped
20:08 forward. Andrew Mitchell, you're under
20:10 arrest for attempted child trafficking,
20:13 fraud, conspiracy to commit murder, and
20:16 theft. Margaret Mitchell, you're under
20:18 arrest as an accessory to all of the
20:21 above. Jennifer, he looked at her.
20:23 You're being detained for questioning
20:26 regarding fraud and conspiracy charges.
20:29 My mother walked in then carrying a baby
20:32 in each arm. Both my daughters finally
20:34 together. She placed them carefully on
20:37 my bed, one on each side of me. I looked
20:40 down at them. Identical little faces
20:43 sleeping peacefully. And the tears
20:46 finally came. This one, I said, touching
20:49 the baby on my left, is hope, like I
20:52 always wanted. And this one, I touched
20:55 the baby on my right, is grace because
20:59 that's what saved me. Grace.
21:01 Andrew was being handcuffed. He looked
21:02 at me with something that might have
21:04 been regret.
21:08 Samantha, I don't I cut him off. Don't
21:10 you dare speak to me. Don't you dare
21:12 speak to my daughters. You're nothing to
21:15 us now. Nothing.
21:17 Margaret was screaming obscenities as
21:20 they led her away. Jennifer was crying.
21:22 her mascara running down her face,
21:23 begging for someone to believe she
21:26 didn't know about the babyselling plan.
21:29 But I was done listening to them. I was
21:31 done being the victim in my own life. 3
21:33 months later, I stood in a courtroom and
21:35 watched them all get sentenced. Andrew
21:37 got 8 years for attempted child
21:40 trafficking and fraud. Margaret got 5
21:42 years for conspiracy and attempted
21:45 murder because, yes, pulling the plug on
21:47 someone who might recover counts as
21:50 attempted murder. Jennifer got 3 years
21:52 as an accomplice. I got full custody of
21:55 Hope and Grace. Andrew lost all parental
21:57 rights permanently. There's a
22:00 restraining order. They have to stay 500
22:01 ft away from us for the rest of their
22:03 lives. The house was sold and every
22:05 penny went into a trust for my
22:08 daughters. The insurance money, all $500,000,
22:09 $500,000,
22:12 is locked away for their education. I
22:14 moved in with my parents, at least
22:16 temporarily, started writing a book
22:18 about my experience. It became a
22:20 bestseller and now I travel around the
22:22 country speaking about patients rights,
22:24 about trusting your instincts, about
22:26 fighting for yourself even when you
22:29 can't fight. But my favorite part of
22:32 every day is right now I'm sitting in
22:34 the park watching Hope and Grace toddle
22:37 around on unsteady legs. They're 6
22:39 months old, wearing matching yellow
22:41 dresses that my mother made. They're
22:43 smiling, laughing, reaching for
22:45 butterflies they'll never catch. Andrew
22:48 tried to bury me. Margaret tried to
22:50 erase me. Jennifer tried to replace me.
22:53 But they forgot something important. I'm
22:55 a mother. And you don't bury mothers.
22:57 You plant them. And we grow back
23:00 stronger, fiercer, more determined than
23:02 ever. My daughters will grow up knowing
23:04 their mother fought for them from inside
23:06 a coma. They'll know that love is
23:08 stronger than evil, that truth always
23:12 surfaces, that karma never forgets. and
23:15 me. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to
23:19 be. Alive, free, victorious. They wanted
23:23 me dead, but I'm not easy to kill. And I
23:24 came back for everything they tried to
23:27 take. And that's how I went from coma
23:29 victim to victorious mother. If this
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