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.
A strange deal
At Elite Bar…
As the night progressed, the bar became increasingly crowded. The tables and booths were all full. The wooden stools in front of the counter were also full.
A bartender with his sleeves rolled up moved from one end of the counter to the other. Servers were waving through patrons with trays held high to avoid collisions.
Everyone was drinking, laughing, and gossiping with friends while staring at strangers. Some argued about sports, while others complained about their jobs.
The lighting was dim, and there was music playing in the background.
Vivian and Eddie were sitting in a booth, the smell of booze and the smoke of cigarettes filling the air. She slowly spun the highball glass and stared at the cocktail, lost in thought.
She had come here with Eddie, who had not accepted yet that he had the pen drive. She felt foolish and irritated with herself for expecting him to readily hand it over.