“…No cash gifts required, no presents required, your presence is earnestly awaited.”
Soon, my phone brimmed with blessings and RSVPs, buzzing with constant activity.
I reached out to the wedding planner again.
“I want to upgrade the previous plan. Add three more camera angles, and make sure there’s drone footage for the entire event.”
I thought the farce would drag on until the wedding day, when suddenly Tatum’s phone rang.
“Adeline! Come to St. Catherine’s Hospital right now, hurry, someone’s about to die!”
I rushed to the ER, where Zara lay pale and frail on the bed.
Tatum ran over and gripped my arm so hard I staggered.
“Adeline, help me, save her again.”
I looked at him, my voice steady and cold.
“How do you want me to save her?”
Tatum gripped my hand nervously.
“She just needs a small bone marrow transplant… You matched before; there won’t be a problem.”
I slowly lifted my eyes to his anxious face and reminded him, word by word, “Tatum, you forgot, I’m pregnant.”
He froze, his expression faltering for a moment before his gaze hardened again.
“Adeline, we can have children later. You’re still young; we can have more anytime. But Zara has only one life! I can’t stand by and watch her die!”