Lethal Vows From Lab Rat To His True Wife

My company organized an annual health checkup, and my boyfriend went out of his way to drive me there.

Three days later, the hospital called, saying my bone marrow was a perfect match for a patient and urging me to be admitted for harvesting immediately.

My boyfriend blocked the bedroom door, claiming Clara was in the final stages of leukemia and I was her only match.

"Giving some bone marrow won't kill you. Just think of it as earning good karma."

I pretended to agree, and he took it for granted.

"That’s my girl. I always knew you were sensible."