I married Adrian to save my daughter’s life, even though I knew people would judge me for it. But on our wedding night, he handed me an envelope with Lisa’s name on it, and what I discovered inside changed everything I believed about his family, my daughter, and the accident.
I married the twenty-year-old millionaire I cared for because my daughter was running out of time, and I had already run out of every other option. But on our wedding night, he gave me a crimson envelope with Lisa’s name on it and said, “This was why I really needed you.”
I kept telling myself I was not a terrible mother for accepting. I told myself there were worse things than being judged by strangers. There were hospital bills. There were doctors speaking in careful voices. There was my daughter, Lisa, lying motionless in a bed while time kept slipping away.
But on our wedding night, Adrian handed me a crimson envelope with Lisa’s name written across the front.
“Open it,” he said.
I stared at him.
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