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The Billionaire's Sick Wife

A poor girl born with congenital heart disease has not had much hope for the future, but her life takes a sharp turn when a wealthy, handsome man proposes marriage to her following her heart transplant. It was the most surprising thing to happen to her in her 22 years of life. Abigail had never thought that Christopher Sherman, a young, multibillionaire businessman, would approach her and express his desire to marry her. She was ecstatic and accepted his proposal. But little did she know that the 32-year-old handsome guy had a secret reason for wanting to marry her. Abigail stepped into his world with a lot of hope in her heart. But marrying him was not the happy ending. It was just the beginning. Will she be able to keep her heart from breaking? What will happen if she discovers his true motive? ============= "Life was easy before I married you," said Abigail with pain in her eyes. “I was dying, but I was happy.” “What do you mean?” Christopher clasped her arm. “Stop talking nonsense and eat the medicine,” he hissed, placing a tablet in her palm. Under his fiery gaze, Abigail cowered. "Do you find it difficult to meet my demand for a baby? It has been two years, Christopher." He didn’t answer her question. All he did was stare at her, acting mute. “Why do I feel like you don’t care about my feelings?” Abigail asked. “Don’t you love me?” His silence was the clear answer. ============= A special thanks to Aurora, my editor, for her helpful suggestions on how to improve the synopsis. You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire (Completed) Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A Tale of Love and Revenge.(Ongoing) The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid (Ongoing)

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Christopher’s wild imagination

A cheeky smile pulled at the edges of Abigail's mouth as she ended her conversation with Vivian. The plan was set, and her anticipation grew.

"I am eager to see how you will react, my dear husband," she mused quietly to herself, her eyes dancing with playful determination.

The footsteps behind her caught her attention. Her playful demeanor was shifted to an indifferent one.

Abigail knew Christopher was approaching, but she didn't turn to look at him. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the tranquil scene before her—the gentle rain falling on the lush greenery of the backyard, washing away all the dirt and grime, leaving everything looking refreshed and new.

Glistening droplets graced the paved walkway, trees, and plants. The sound of raindrops created a soothing rhythm. The air was cold, and Abigail hugged herself to get some warmth.