He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

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Carol.

My hand went cold around the paper.

“You let me marry him,” I said.

Gerald’s jaw moved once. “Yes.”

“And he had a wife.”

“He had a wife,” Gerald said. “Past tense.”

I looked up so fast my neck clicked.

“What does that mean?”

“Carol died eleven years ago.”

The kitchen went very still. Not in some grand dramatic continue reading …