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 took the phone and checked the number. It was undoubtedly his phone number, but he was resolute in asserting that he had not sent that particular message.

"No, I didn't send her this message," he said sternly, putting the phone down.

"Is that so?" The officer scoffed, his eyebrows arching. "You are still lying! The message was delivered from your phone number, which you just confirmed. But you are still denying it!"

"I am not lying," Christopher snapped. His frustration was palpable. He went on to emphasize, "I agree that the message went from my number, but I didn't text her. Why would I ask her to go there when we could meet her at my office? This is absurd!"

The officer responded with a condescending smirk, "I see. You will now claim that your phone has gone missing. Am I right?"

You need to answer me.