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.
Vivian walked up to Britney's room with calculated steps, her mind full of confidence.
Vivian knocked on the door, but Britney didn't answer. She knocked again, louder this time.
"Britney, it's me, Vivian," she said.
There was a long pause, then Britney opened the door. She was wearing a bathrobe, and her hair was a mess. She was consumed by her fury, her gaze piercing through Vivian with an intensity that could ignite a fire.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I brought you food," Vivian said, nodding to the plate in her hands. "I thought you might be hungry."
Britney glared at her and gritted her teeth. "I'm not hungry."
Vivian remained unfazed. "Are you sure? I made you a delicious soup. It's supposed to be really good."
She walked in and placed the plate on the table by the window, her smirk widening as she locked eyes with Britney.