Bride wanted

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...Alice...

My eyes scanned the contents of the medical

report, my heart sinking with each word. I could not make sense of the jargon, but with

my brother's heart condition, I was able to

understand the gist of it.And it did not look good.

"Wh - - What does it mean?" I asked, even

though I already knew what the doctor was

going to say.

He fixed me with a gentle stare, his light blue

eyes shining with compassion.“You don't have

to worry, Miss Gardner, yet. However, the

sooner you get this surgery done, the better."

"I understand," I muttered, willing my heart to

slow down. “But there's still time, right?"

"Of course. But the more you delay, the more

difficult it'll be for him in the long run," he stated.

I nodded. “I understand. Thank you, doctor.

Thank you so much." I stood up and promptly

exited the doctor's office and into the waiting

area, not sure whether to feel relieved or

worried.

You need to be worried. Extremely worried.

You need to get him surgery which you don't

have the money for. How are you going to do

it?

The realization had me stopping and holding

on to the wall next to me because my knees

were threatening to give out from under me.

Tears stung my eyes, but I did my best to stay

strong. I couldn't cry. I couldn't be weak. I sat

down on a nearby chair, waiting until my body

returned to normal.

The hospital waiting area wasn't busy at the

time of the day. There were a few people

scattered all around, and a couple of ladies sat next to me, busy talking to each other. No oneknew me.

No one was going to bother me. I

would sit here for a few minutes and then go

home.

"Are you going to go?" The woman to my

immediate right said to her friend. Dark hair

flowed down her back like a curtain, and she

was wearing an olive green dress.

"I want to, don't you? I mean, he's the most

eligible bachelor in the country. I would love to be his wife and live a life of luxury" her friend replied, who, upon a covert glance, turned out to have dark blonde hair and was clad in a floral printed dress with a pair of pink wedges.

“As much as I love a life of luxury, I have no

desire to have children. So I think I'll pass,"

green dress said.

"Not even for a million pounds? I would sell

my soul for a million pounds, and he is only

asking for a child. I think Il do it," pink

wedges said.

A million pounds? Who? What? How?

"Um, excuse me?" I said to them. "Forgive me, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.

Is there some sort of a lottery happening?"

I could make out the gist of their conversation, but I didn't want to assume anything, and a million pounds was no less than the lottery for me.

Green dress gave me a friendly smile and

rolled her eyes, but it was the lady with the

pink wedges who said,

“If you call marrying

the sexiest man alive and giving him a child in

return for a million pounds a lottery, then sure,

I guess there is a lottery happening."

"Pardon me?" Was she serious? Who would do that and why?

"Here, read it for yourself." Before I could say

anything, the lady thrust a newspaper in my

hands and pointed at the advertisement, which had been circled in red.

Bride wanted.

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