He Chose to Let Me Die

Synopsis

The crash happened on the way to our honeymoon. Grant walked away with a few scratches. I was the one dying. By the time they got me to the hospital, the doctors were already telling my family to prepare for the worst. Surgery gave me a thirty percent chance, and somebody had to decide fast. I couldn't speak and I couldn't move. All I could do was scream it at Grant with my eyes. "Save me!" He held on to my hand, his eyes red, his whole face coming apart. "Cara, I know how much you hate pain. So don't be scared, baby. We're not doing the surgery."