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

Christopher kept looking for the woman in the red dress, scouring the room for any indication of her. He couldn't shake the feeling that Abigail was intentionally eluding him, but he refused to let discouragement take hold.

Amidst the flurry of activity, the same waiter who had offered a drink to Vivian appeared before Christopher, extending a glass.

Lost in his thoughts, Christopher absentmindedly took the drink, the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. He thanked the waiter and continued his search, the drink in his hand now a mere accessory to his single-minded pursuit.

With each passing moment, Christopher's determination grew stronger, his gaze darting from one end to the other, desperately seeking the red-dressed woman.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down his flushed face. The once vibrant atmosphere of the masquerade party seemed to close in around him.

The woman in a red dress.