He Used Our Marriage to Save Her
The day before we are supposed to go abroad to get our marriage registered, George Anderson slips a five-carat diamond ring onto my ring finger.
"Geri, once you wear this, you'll be Mrs. Anderson for the rest of your life."
Before I even have time to feel moved, his tone suddenly shifts. "But I've already canceled tomorrow's flight and asked for a refund. Let's put off the registration for now."
He slowly turns the rosary beads on his wrist, speaking as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Mia's depression has relapsed. She's threatening to jump off a building. The only thing that can calm her down is getting a marriage certificate with her.
"I have to go register my marriage with her right now. If she finds out I married you abroad, she'll lose her mind."
I freeze and stare at him in disbelief.
However, he ruffles my hair with eyes full of indulgence and helplessness. "Be good. It's just a piece of paper. Once her condition is stable, we'll have our wedding. If you really want to go to Frosh Isle, just join a tour group yourself."
I watch as his figure retreat in a hurry and touch my lower abdomen. Then, I tear the prenatal checkup report for the twins in my bag into pieces.
Next, I make the call for my final confirmation of starting the overseas study program.
I no longer intend to see the aurora in Frost Isle with George.