Angelica2511

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? 

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"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.

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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)

The Billionaire's Sick Wife

As Anastasia made her way to his hospital room, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know how he would react to seeing her and was scared of what he might say to her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Holding her breath, she pushed open the door and entered the ward.

Brad was lying in bed, his eyes closed.

Anastasia could see the fever that had taken over his body, and it broke her heart. She wanted to hold him and tell him how sorry she was for what she had done, but she couldn't find the words.

She stood by the bed and kept looking at her with teary eyes.

"Ana…" Brad said, his voice barely audible.

Anastasia moved in closer to him and took his hand in hers. "I am here," she said softly.

"Ana…" His eyeballs moved from left to right, and it was visible over his closed eyelids. He seemed to be trying to open his eyes.

Do you ever think of me?