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

me?”

Mr. Baron placed the faded novel on the table.

“He did not find you all at once.”

I frowned.

He opened the book.

Between two pages was a pressed red maple leaf, delicate from age.

I remembered before I even touched it.

One autumn, I borrowed Carl’s favorite novel.

When I returned it, I slipped a bright red leaf between the pages.

“Now you’ll never lose continue reading …