His Dying Wife Her Secret Baby
Language: en
Five years. Five years of secret dating Rhys Kingston. On the day of my twenty-fourth birthday, he married the ghost of his past. My silent question—the one that screamed in my eyes—meant nothing to him. “Delaney has late-stage cancer,” Rhys said, his voice flat with forced martyrdom. “She has less than a month left. This is her last wish. I can’t let her die with a regret like that hanging over her.” Delaney Cole leaned against his shoulder, her eyes flicking toward me with unmistakable smugness. “I’m not really one for tragedy,” Delaney purred. “A marriage should be a celebration!…