He reached inside his jacket.
“It’s time you understood why I really married her.”
Every ugly suspicion I had buried came rushing back.
Money.
Pity.
Pressure.
A substitute for the sister he could not have.
“Do not do this,” I whispered.
Ben looked confused.
“Do not ruin three years of watching Rosie love you.”
“Cathy—”
“If you tell me this marriage was a lie while she is fighting for her life, I swear I will—”
“It wasn’t a lie.”
He pulled out several folded pages and placed them in my hands.
“You need to sit down.”
The first thing I noticed was the letterhead.
It belonged to my father’s law firm.
Then I saw the title.
Marriage and Care Agreement.
My eyes moved down the page.
The document offered Ben a six-figure payment if he married Rosie and assumed responsibility for her daily care, legal matters, housing, and future medical
