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.
Tangled in the past.
Christopher was going over some paperwork. Since he wasted time in the morning, he couldn't check them, which needed to be checked and signed urgently. He intended to stay late until he finished his work, but Abigail had said she would wait for him for dinner.
He lifted his head, his hand rolling the pen. As he was lost in thought, his eyes appeared dreamy.
His lips quirked, and he stuffed the documents in a folder. He stood up and exited his cabin, carrying his briefcase.
He decided to check the rest of the documents at home.
Half an hour later…
Christopher arrived home. When he was in the elevator, he imagined Abigail smiling as she opened the door for him.
She would reach out her hand to take his coat and briefcase.
He would grab her wrist and pull her into his arms. He would then drag her to the bathroom and fuck her in the shower.
The elevator came to a halt, putting a stop to his racing thoughts.