I Married A Terminally Ill Man To Fulfill His Final Wish, But After His Funeral His Lawyer Revealed The Truth About His Identity

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We watched old movies together.

I read aloud whenever his eyes grew tired.

On the eighth night, I found him holding a worn novel against his chest.

Its cover had faded until it was almost impossible to recognize.

“What book is that?” I asked.

“My favorite.”

“May I see?”

He held it tighter against himself like a shield.

“Not yet.”

I teased him for continue reading …