My Wife Married Me During Her Final Week—Then Her Will Exposed Why She Had Demanded the Wedding

had helped us pick out a slightly larger band. I slipped it onto her finger. She stared at it for a long moment. Then she looked at me.

“My husband.”

“My wife.”

She smiled. “Margarine.”

“Don’t ruin this.”

Everyone laughed. For maybe 20 minutes, she wasn’t a patient. I wasn’t a caregiver. We were newlyweds. That was all.

Six days later, she went into surgery continue reading …