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 - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated. My Ex-Husband Begged Me To Take Him Back - Ongoing, daily updated.
Christopher was angry with Abigail.
As the contractor left and Abigail began to collect the photographs from the walls, her fingers brushed against the edges of the images. Each photograph represented a cherished memory, a snapshot of a time long gone. She carefully placed them in a box.
She moved around the house. Each corner of the house held fragments of her past. There was a bittersweet nostalgia in the air; the echoes of laughter and conversations that had once filled the rooms were now mingling with the anticipation of change.
This was the place where she had spent her early years, where she had felt the warmth of her foster mother's embrace and heard her father's laughter echoing through the rooms.
She walked down the hall, into the space where she had played with her toys and listened to bedtime stories. The old sofa triggered images of her younger self curled up with a book, with Rachel sitting beside her, reading aloud.