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.
Do you frequently engage in fights?
Samuel seethed in frustration, his rage boiling over as he vented his anger toward Elsa. "Damn it," he muttered, slamming his fist against the ground. "I told her not to reveal anything to Jasper. I begged her to give me some time, but she refused. Why, Elsa?" He slammed his fist on the floor once again, his body shaking in fury. "Why can't you just wait? Why are you so impatient?"
His fist struck the ground again, harder this time, causing the floorboards to creak beneath the impact. His knuckles were white with tension, and his hands were trembling with fury. He repeated the motion, punching the floor over and over, his anger and desperation building with each blow.
The room was silent, save for the sound of Samuel's labored breathing and the muffled thuds of his fists hitting the floor. His body was taut, and his muscles were coiled with tension, as if ready to spring into action at any moment.