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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)

Angelica2511 · Urban
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The desire

"Achoo-Achoo…" Abigail's nose was as red as a tomato. Her eyes were watery. She was suffering from a headache too.

She was terrified when she imagined how furious Christopher would be after seeing her catch a cold. She had not forgotten how he had dragged her to the hospital leaving his grandfather's funeral.

He had taken out his rage on his mother at the time. But this time, his rage would be directed at her.

Abigail took a quick sip of the hot ginger soup as if she would get better at it before he got back home.

Ding-Dong…

She flinched at the sound of the doorbell, her heart trembling. She subconsciously looked at the table clock on the side table.

9:30 pm.

Her jaw dropped open.