I Married the Man who Killed my Fiancé

It had been five years since my fiancé, Jackson, died in an accident. His death wasn’t in vain, though—his family decided to donate his heart to Joseph, his best friend.

The thought that Jackson’s heart still beat in Joseph’s chest was enough for me to say yes when he asked me to live with him even without a ring and a wedding ceremony.

Tonight, on our fifth anniversary, I decided it was finally time. I told Joseph I was ready to marry him. But instead of joy, I was met with rejection.