My Ex’s Wedding Became Their Funeral

Thomas James stood before Ursula Abbott, his voice terrifyingly calm.

"Give the wedding to Teresa Abbott."

Ursula froze, certain she'd misheard. "What did you say?"

"Teresa got lost as a child. You know that." Thomas lowered his gaze. "She's terminally ill now. She doesn't have much time left, and I want to grant her final wish."

Ursula stared at the man in front of her, suddenly feeling like she was looking at a stranger.

She'd known him for twenty-two years, from their awkward teenage years until now. Never once had she imagined hearing something like this from him.