thought the strangest part of my wedding day would be getting married in a hospital. I was wrong. Two minutes before the vows, a smiling grandmother grabbed my arm and whispered something that made my knees go weak. My fiancée had tricked me, and the reason for her betrayal broke my heart.
When Anna agreed to marry me, I felt like the luckiest man on earth.We both grew up in an orphanage. She was the only person who truly understood the quiet parts of me… the ache of being unwanted.I thought we wanted the same things: a stable home, a table that always had food on it, and kids who would never have to learn to survive the way we had.But then, things got weird.I want us to get married in a hospital,” Anna said one evening.

I stopped chewing my dinner.Her voice was gentle but firm. “You’ll find out later, Logan.””Later? Anna, that’s not a wedding venue. That is a place for surgery and bad news.””Please,” she said, finally looking at me. “Just trust me on this.I couldn’t get another word out of her.I watched her closely for the next few days.Was she sick? No, she was in great health, eating well, and running every morning. She wasn’t having any tests or checkups either.I couldn’t understand why she wanted this, but I agreed. Loving Anna meant trusting her, even when she was being a total mystery.Anna handled everything.Two weeks later, we were in the car and on our way to get married in the ward for critically ill patients.”Will you tell me why we’re here now?” I asked, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Why are we doing this among people who are fighting for their lives?”Anna reached over and squeezed my fingers. Her hand was shaking just a little bit.