Brielle's POV
“Hannah, I desperately need your help,” I said into the phone as I walked down the hospital hallway toward reception.
She was the first person I thought of. Hannah had an answer for almost everything and was well connected.
I also needed to pray. If there was a God out there who could grant me a wish within twenty-four hours, I’d take it.
“Hi, Brielle! I’ve been trying to reach you since last night. What happened?”
“Hannah, I need a husband. I need to get married as soon as possible.” I took a breath. “I don’t care who it is. We’ll have a contract or whatever, and I’ll pay him when I’m done. I just need him to sign the marriage certificate. That’s all.”
There was a long pause on Hannah’s end.
While she processed my words, I signed out of the hospital. I needed to move
