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)
Is Christopher better than Jasper?
Christopher had been working in the study ever since they returned home. Abigail also checked her emails and completed some unfinished business. She freshened up and came out to the balcony.
The ambiance on the balcony was tranquil, with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city forming a soothing backdrop for Abigail's moment of relaxation. She settled herself onto the egg-shaped hanging chair with a novel in her hand.
She had longed for this moment of respite, a chance to lose herself in the world of words. With the book cradled in her lap, she began to read.
However, the tranquility was abruptly disrupted by the insistent chime of her phone. The shrill ring seemed to cut through the calm like a sharp knife.
She frowned, momentarily irritated by the intrusion. Setting her novel aside, Abigail took the phone from the small stool beside her. The caller ID displayed Elsa's name, and Abigail's heart skipped a beat.