My husband scolded me for being a bitch. After I left, he regretted it.
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“Ms. Winters, are you absolutely certain you want to donate your corneas to Mr. Harrington?” “I am.” I forced a smile, but even the brightest grin couldn't hide my pale complexion. “The corneas are for him. Once I’m gone, I want my body donated for medical research.” Just a few days ago, I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The doctors told me the chances of successful surgery were incredibly low. So, I decided to forgo treatment. “Since you’ve made up your mind, please sign this donor form.” I scrawled my name, then added, “Please keep this a secret from my…