Then Rosie found out she was pregnant with twins. We were all filled with joy.
But her pregnancy quickly became dangerous. When she reached thirty-four weeks, Rosie was rushed to the hospital.
The doctors warned us that the situation was extremely critical. They were doing everything possible to save Rosie and both babies.
Ben never left my side, his face completely pale. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hand and led me toward a deserted hallway.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Before the operation, Rosie made me promise that I would tell you something if she never woke up.”
Ben looked like he was about to cry. “The time has finally come for you to understand WHY I REALLY MARRIED HER,” he said while squeezing my hands tightly.
I felt my stomach turn. “Ben, why are you talking like this?” All kinds of horrible possibilities flashed through my head.
Was it for money? Did he want to keep the inheritance our parents would leave us?
