I Married a Stranger in a Hospital Waiting Room So He Wouldn’t Die Alone—One Week Later, His Lawyer Handed Me His Backpack

ice chips in my hand.

One day, he asked me to marry him.

“Thomas…”

“I know.”

“You’re very sick.”

“Yes.”

“We barely know each other.”

He looked at me for a long moment.

“I know enough.”

“Enough for marriage?”

“Enough to know you’re the kind of person who stays. My last wish is to leave this world as a husband, not as a nameless file.”

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