But the pregnancy was difficult.
At thirty-four weeks, Rosie was rushed to the hospital. The doctors gave us little reason to hope. They were doing everything they could to save her and the babies.
Ben never left her side. He looked completely terrified, his face drained of color. Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty hallway.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Before surgery, Rosie made me promise to tell you this only if she didn’t wake up.”
Ben looked as though he was about to cry.
“Now it’s time for you to understand why I really married her,” he said, squeezing my hands tightly.
My stomach dropped.
“Ben, why would you even say that?”
My mind immediately went to the darkest possibilities.
Had he married Rosie for money? Was he after our parents’ inheritance? Or worse… had he only married my sister because it gave him a reason to stay close to me?
Ben watched my face for a moment, as if he could see exactly where my thoughts had gone.
Then he said,
“It’s much worse than you think. You’d better sit down.”
He pulled a sheet of paper from his jacket.
I barely made it through the first line before I screamed.
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