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

Abigail opened the door slightly, her senses heightened by adrenaline coursing through her veins. Peering through the narrow slit, she strained to catch any signs of movement or sound.

The corridor was empty, but she was able to hear his faint voice. Because of the distance, she couldn't understand anything he was saying.

She recognized this as an opportune moment to make her escape. With resolute determination, she closed the door and swiftly gathered her belongings, stuffing them into her suitcase with hurried hands.

She dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower before grabbing her purse and sneaking out of the room.

Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her as she took each stride down the dimly lit corridor. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the weight of the situation pressed down on her. She turned her head to look behind her to see if anyone was following her.

Abigail escaped?