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's face exhibited a noticeable flush as Christopher posed his question. Despite the chill in the air, sweat trickled down Abigail's neck and back. She could feel Christopher's eyes boring into her as if he were trying to read her thoughts. She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the cold bowl of ice cream in front of her.

Christopher's fingers drum impatiently on the table, betraying his inner turmoil. He looked at Abigail with a mix of confusion and suspicion, searching for answers that she might not be able to provide.

A knot of nervousness coiled within her, but she knew that she couldn't evade the truth any longer.

Summoning her courage, she began to speak slowly, her voice tinged with apprehension. "I saw him stealing the data." Her gaze remained locked on Christopher's eyes, refusing to falter despite the unease that gripped her. "I talked to him personally, and he confessed his helplessness to me."

The Gratitude