She Plans 100 Hookups, I Plan Euthanasia
"What flight? Honey, where are you going?"
I turned and saw Juliet standing there, her expression a mix of every negative emotion. The moment I ended the call, she rushed over and grabbed my hand.
"Honey, who's booking a flight?"
"I was just planning our honeymoon and checking flight schedules," I replied.
Maybe my expression was too calm, because Juliet didn't doubt me. Instead, she visibly relaxed.
"Honey, is this the surprise you mentioned? Silly you. Your heart isn't in great shape, and the doctor told you to rest more. Leave the wedding prep to me, okay? You just focus on being the handsome groom."
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