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)
Peculiar grievance.
As the night wore on, the guests began to say their goodbyes and make their way home. The ballroom gradually emptied, leaving only a handful of people still lingering. Alexander and Julia were among those who stayed behind, seeking a quieter spot to enjoy their dinner. They settled at a table near the edge of the room, where they could watch the last of the revelers without being disturbed.
At first, everything seemed normal. Alexander chatted animatedly about the evening's events, regaling Julia with tales of the various guests and their antics. But as the minutes ticked by, he began to notice that his wife was not her usual self. She seemed distant; her responses were brief and forced. Her eyes kept drifting away from him, focusing instead on some point beyond his shoulder.
Sensing that something was wrong, Alexander leaned forward, concern etched across his face. "What's going on?" he asked quietly. "Why are you so upset?"