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.(Ongoing) The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid (Ongoing)
Christopher missed Abigail.
Christopher sat in his office chair, a faint frown on his forehead as he glanced at his phone. The meeting had just ended, but his mind was still agitated. His concern for Abigail gnawed at him. He longed to hear her voice again to reassure himself that she was fine.
With a swift motion, he dialed her number, his fingers tapping impatiently on his desk as he waited for her to answer.
The connection clicked, and he wasted no time, diving into a flurry of questions, his voice tinged with worry. "Hey, how are you feeling now? Are you having any discomfort? Did you puke again? Is there any pain?"
His words flowed urgently, revealing the depth of his care.
"I am fine, Christopher." Abigail's warm voice trickled through the phone's speaker, a soothing balm to his anxious heart. Her response was laced with a gentle amusement at his concern, and he could almost picture her smile.