Married a Secret Billionaire

“Lenny…” Chris cautiously approached her after a prolonged silence, sensing something was wrong. If she didn’t want to talk about it, there was little anyone could do. Anxiety gripped him, but he had to restrain himself.

The slap didn’t hurt much, but he was willing to endure it if it eased her distress.

Lena curled up, unable to meet his eyes, and repeatedly apologized, “I’m sorry, Chris. I’m so sorry.”

“What’s bothering you today?” Chris asked.

Lena hugged her head, shoulders trembling.

“Lenny, please tell me. I can help you!”

some

suspended mid-air, stopped just short of touching her head. That tiny distance became

filled with pain. He reluctantly got off the bed,

locking outside crushed Lena’s heart. A sudden, painful sensation overwhelmed her, and tears streamed down her

long she sat on the bed. When she finally calmed down, she quietly entered the living room. The two-tiered cake sat in the center, rose petals covering the

have been a beautiful, romantic evening, but

She then carefully placed the

down her spine, but she closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep through it all and never wake

–

at the hotel, he was sneaking into the lobby with a bottle of cheap liquor. She called

noticed the bottle in his hand, the cheap kind one would find at a street-side store. She made a disdainful sound. Old habits died hard.