Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Patient

is eyes were clear and sincere, holding that fragile, wounded lo

uids, hospital broth, nothing heavy. The wife in her-the part she desperately tr

kitchen send up a clear liquid tray," she

downturn of his lips, but it hit Kellie like a physical blow. He didn't argue.

he defeat in his posture made her stomach t

ing to the rhythmic beeping of the m

at I can do," s

t, but Jeffry's shoulders seemed to re

ter than usual, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleu

hispered behind their hands. Orderlies gave her odd looks. The gossip ha

the roof. She pushed open the heavy metal door

ts ponytail. She walked to the railing and gripped the cold metal

her mind, but it also blew open a d

in wind just like this, staring a

tner. The voice on the other end was polite, robotic. "Mr. Blanchard wanted to infor

d been her mentor, her confidant. She had believed there was something more,

, easily discarded for a more suitable match. Everything she had built, everything she prided herself on-her intellect, her control, her success-felt like a joke in the face of absolute power and old money.

lit bar downtown, the kind where nobody asked questions. She

her phone. She had a number saved, given to her by a discreet matchmaking servic

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she texted. "As soon as p

Alston. Columbia University Math Department.

g a white t-shirt and jeans, looking like a grad student who had j

to the point. "A legal arrangement. We split expenses, we

g his coffee. "I agree," he

sed an

"And we don't tell anyone it's a deal. To the o

est, but she was too

y didn't hold hands. They didn't speak. They were

d "I do." When the paper was pushed across the c

ng the copy into her bag. She walked out the door and hailed a

n't loo

stared at the skyline, the reality of what she had done-and who was curren